“Nothing. Go have fun with my friends.”
“I hate you.”
He totally didn’t.
Brax played with the guys for at least an hour. He liked to pretend he wasn’t enjoying it, but he was. We drank and hung out, his arm often around me or touching me in different ways. He didn’t hide, and that was one of my favorite things about him. Brax might hold himself back and brood sometimes, but when he was in, he was in.
We collapsed in my bed together after three in the morning, and I realized how I’d always considered myself happy before him, but it had nothing on how I felt with Brax in my life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Brax
Having a boyfriend was kinda awesome—at least when it was Ty. All the things that annoyed me about him still did, but they were also cute. When it came to others? It was still frustrating as shit, but when Ty did it, I turned into a goddamned marshmallow. Liking someone was weird and confusing, but I didn’t want to stop.
In the back of my head, I reminded myself it was temporary. Hell, most relationships were. How often did people really stick together? Especially people who were as different as me and Ty. But right along with that piece of knowledge was a truth bomb I was still coming to terms with.
I wanted it to last.
I wanted Ty in every way I could have him.
I’d turned into a romantic because I wanted to keep Ty. I wanted him to keep me even more.
I rolled over and kissed his throat. Friday mornings were my favorite because the house was empty. Ty and I didn’t have class, but the rest of his jockholes did. I knew that because I was still staying at Adler every night. I was worried about going home, not only to see what Asher might have done to the place, but because I didn’t want him around Ty. What if something went down? What if Asher did something stupid because he was pissed Ty talked shit to him? My brother wasn’t violent, not really, but he didn’t like to be embarrassed, and he wouldn’t be chill with Ty after that last day at the house.
“Sleepy,” Ty mumbled in a cute-as-fuck, mumbly voice.
“Really? Because I’m feeling a little bottomy…” There was no doubt in my mind that would wake him up, and I was right. His eyes popped open, his face taken over with his smile.
“I’m awake now. One vers-top reporting for duty.”
Laughter tumbled out of my mouth uncontrollably. God, I loved hi—whoa. What the fuck? Did I just almost think the L word?
“What’s wrong? You look like you sucked on something sour.”
“Nothing. Just crazy talk.”
“But you didn’t talk.”
“Crazy thought.”
“Thought about what?”
“Are you going to fuck me or not, Mr. Vers-Top? I thought you were reporting for duty.”
“Yes, you’re right. I am. I’ll also pretend I don’t realize you just changed the subject because you don’t want me to know how much you like me.” My shock must have shown on my face because he smiled and rolled on top of me. “I know you, Braxton Walker. You can’t hide from me. Don’t try.”
Before I could come up with a response, he lowered his mouth to mine. The kiss started out slow, not urgent but hungry and needy. His tongue slipped into my mouth as I spread my legs for him, my hands landing on his bare ass.
I squeezed him, teased his crease with my finger while Ty basically owned my mouth. We rutted together, dragging our cocks against each other. I had no doubt I could come this way, just by frotting with him, while our mouths moved together.
“You make me crazy, Brax.” His lips trailed down my throat. “Why is everything so different with you? Why is it so much better?”
“I don’t know, but it is for me too,” I admitted.
He gasped like he hadn’t expected me to say it, then basically attacked my mouth again like he would die without it.
We grunted and groaned together. I traced his hole, even though he would be taking me instead of the other way around. Ty whimpered, rubbed his cheek against mine before swiping at my earlobe with his tongue.
“That day in Shenanigans, when you did that to me? I think I knew I was a fucking goner right then and there. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
“Fuck…you too. Jesus, I can’t believe the things you can get me to say. The things you get me to feel.”
His kisses moved to my throat, my chest, down my sternum. I reached into the nightstand and grabbed a condom and lube just as he took my achingly hard dick to the back of his throat.
Ty pushed his hand toward me. I pumped lube into it, spread myself more open for him so he could push a finger inside, while I thrust down his throat. He gagged for me. “My favorite way to shut you up,” I teased, but then he added a second finger in my hole, and damned if I didn’t let out a deep moan. “Fuck yes. Give me your fingers before I take your cock.”