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“I fucking knew it!” Now I’m the one cackling. I figured we would get along. I just had to get over myself enough to give him the time of day.

I’m in my thoughts as I get us more to drink. My dad is the old white man you absolutely grow to hate. Homophobic, bible-thumping, chief of police in El Paso, Texas. His only saving grace was my mother, Abigail. She passed away my senior year of high school, and we still don’t know what from. I think that makes it even harder not knowing what the cause was.

She was a lot more accepting than my dad had ever thought of being. He really went off the deep end after she passed. I felt so bad leaving my sister, Willow, behind when I left for college, but I had no choice. I had to get away from his psychotic ass.

That kiss was so much better than my drunken dare kiss, and from the way Zamir is stalking up to me in my kitchen, I’d say he wants to do it again.

1. OUT THE ROOF - Chase Atlantic

Chapter 17

Zamir

Isaid I would not do this again, but what am I doing? Stalking up to Nash in his fucking kitchen. Now that he’s finally admitted to why he’s been acting the way he has, it’s all starting to make sense.

Should we be doing this as teammates?

No.

Do I give a fuck?

Also, no.

Let’s really test the waters. “That cock of yours is about to bust through those sweats.” He’s shirtless and has been since I walked in here. It shouldn’t make my stomach flip… but it does. He seems comfortable with me, which surprises me since we’ve been arguing like divorced parents since he joined the team.

I pin him up against the oversized island and palm him through his pants.1“Fuck, you’re big.” I lean in and take the skin between his neck and collarbone into my mouth with a suck. I want to mark him, and that scares me; I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt this… if ever.

I’ve moved my hands up to his hips. He has his eyes closed and is grinding his dick against mine. “Look at me when you’re rubbing that fat cock of yours against mine.” I grab his chin. “Use me all you want.” Those words sting coming out. I’m so fucking tired of just being used. I want more, but it seems everyone in Vegas is just looking for a good time. I can’t blame Nash either; he’s young as hell, hot as fuck, and wants to explore this new side of his sexuality.

“Fuck, Z, are you sure?” My breath hitches.

My voice sounds like gravel as I demand, “Say it again.” That nickname makes me think of Ellie.

“Say what again?”

“Z. Why did you call me that?” I question him.

“It just slipped out.” He shrugs.

With a growl, I push my hips and my own straining cock onto his even further and lean over him. I grip his hips hard, forcing him to stop the grinding. Igrit out, “Say it.”

His back is almost flat on the island. I’m normally not the dominant one, but something about this being his first time with a guy is making me feral.

He pants out, “Why don’t you give me a reason to say it.”

Yep, the dominance is out to play now.

“On the counter. Lay flat.” I bark out.

I can see him trembling a bit; he’s nervous. I can fix that, and he’ll for sure be screaming my name here in a couple of minutes.

“Joder, Z.”

“Keep talking that Spanish to me, and I’ll end up busting in my pants.” He easily slides his ass up onto the counter, and I push on his shoulder to lay him back. My hands are on his waistband, but I look him in the eye and ask, “Are you sure about this?”

“I’ve never been so sure in my life.” I hate being someone’s experiment when I know exactly what I want. I’ve warded off baby bi’s because I always end up getting hurt. Honestly, the one-night stands too. I’m just ready to settle down in all honesty. I want someone to share this life with. A genuine partner, whoever that may be. It’s hard to find nowadays, though. Everyone is worried about fame, power, and money and will do anything to get it.

“Get ready for the best head of your life.” He huffs out like he doesn’t believe me, and excitement runs through me from being the first guy to be able to pleasure himlike this. “Lift up for me.” I tap his hip, and he does just that. I slide his sweats and briefs down his legs, and his fucking monster cock flops onto his stomach.

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