Page 2 of His Fearless Guy

Ryeson

“Hey, man, are we still on for the movie tonight?”

Baylor looks up from his phone as I take my seat across from him and I can already see it in his eyes. He’s going to bail on our plans tonight. I wonder what his excuse will be this time. He forgot he had plans with Taya even though we’ve been talking about this for weeks. He’s got a huge project he’s behind on—on account of spending too much time with his girlfriend. His parents expect him home tonight for family dinner because he’s spent the last four nights at Taya’s house. I’ve heard them all lately.

“Baylor!”

My gut tightens up at the sound of her voice. Every time I hear it now, the jealousy runs so fucking deep I’m almost blinded by it. Baylor’s attention shifts to his girlfriend, and our conversation is now over. For the remainder of lunch, he’ll be wrapped up in her.

“Did you not get my text? I told you I wanted you to order me sushi to be delivered for lunch. I just went to the front table, and it wasn’t there.”

The anger trickles down my spine as my teeth clench together, locking my opinion behind my jaw. Since when is it Baylor’s responsibility to get her lunch? They’re not on a fucking date. It’s a normal school day. If she wanted sushi, she should’ve ordered it herself. But I bite my tongue, keeping all my thoughts sealed behind firm lips. It already feels like I’m losing my best friend. I don’t need to put the nails in the coffin just yet.

“Mr. Warksaw took my phone during class,” Baylor tells her. “He told me I couldn’t get it back until lunch so I’m trying to place your order now.”

My jaw clenches even tighter as my eyes narrow in on Bay. Where the fuck did my best friend go? You can’t tell me the pussy is that good for him to become this much of a doormat to the girl. And if he even dares telling me he’s in love with her, I’m going to recommend he get his head checked, because Taya is a snot. She may be pretty and popular and willing to wrap her mouth around his cock anytime he wants it, but she’s a bitch.

“It’s too late now,” she huffs, and I can only imagine her arms crossing over her chest and her chin jutting out in her annoyance. I don’t want to turn around and confirm for myself because I’m liable to put the girl in her place and give her the verbal bitch-slapping she deserves.

“By the time it gets here, lunch will be over. So, what am I supposed to eat?”

We’re in a fucking cafeteria. She can eat whatever the fuck she wants. I think it’s time to remove myself from the table because I can’t fucking listen to this shit anymore. Watching my best friend take it up the ass is making me lose respect for the guy. He was always so fucking fearless and bold, an animal on the football field. Powerful. Dominant. And a fucking warrior onthe wrestling mat. But it’s like he’s turned into a pussy. Bending to her every will.

Why the fuck does he put up with her attitude?

“It’s called a fucking lunch line.”

My thoughts clear at the sound of Baylor’s gritted words. His jaw is locked in a rigid line, the pulse ticking fast on the side. Maybe she’s finally pushed him too far. Fingers fucking crossed.

“You can go in there”—he points to the door—“and get whatever the fuck you want. And from now on, order your own damn food.”

There’s a tingle in my dick at the sight of his dark glare. It’s about fucking time he put her in her place. I was beginning to think the girl snatched his balls away from him. Good to see they’re perfectly intact. Now, he should finish off that statement with a breakup. Cut ties with the bitch once and for all.

His eyes shift to mine, ignoring her gasp. I’d give my left nut to look over my shoulder and see her face now, but I’m not interested in fueling the drama. I just want her to go the fuck away and get off Baylor’s jock.

“Yes. We’re still on for the movie,” he says. “What showtimes are left?”

I pull up the movie theater’s website on my phone, checking to see the availability. I wasn’t banking on us going so I didn’t buy tickets. Now it looks like there’s only one showtime left. “Eight fifteen still has a bunch of open seats. Does that work?”

“Yep.” He smirks over my shoulder, obviously using this moment to spite his girlfriend, which kind of pisses me off. Had they not just gotten into a fight, I’d be seeing the movie by myself. “You want to ride together?” he asks. “I’ll pick you up at 7:30.”

“Yeah, that works.” And on our way to the theater, I plan on knocking some sense into him. Because he’s clearly too blindedby the sex to see that he’s letting her walk all over him. Hell, if it were me, I’d want my buddies to tell me.

2

Baylor

“I’m sorry, Baylor. I’m just totally PMSing and feeling super edgy. I shouldn’t have gotten mad. It’s not your fault your phone was taken.”

Her hand runs over my dick, finding it limp. After that stunt she pulled in the cafeteria this afternoon, I’m not in the mood. I almost broke up with her on the spot, but one look at Ryeson’s dark stare penetrating into my nerves and I changed my mind. Taya’s the only one who helps keep the thoughts at bay. She keeps me distracted and makes me feel normal. Without her, I’d have to face a truth that I’m not ready for yet.

It's getting worse. Every time I’m alone with Ryes, I break out into a sweat. It’s like there are damn butterflies in my stomach and I’m a nervous wreck. I used to be able to shoot the shit with my buddy and not think twice. All the times we used to wrestle in his basement. All the times we played chicken in the pool, trying to dunk each other, sneaking under the water and tryingto pull down each other’s swim trunks. I never once felt a flicker of interest. Never once even tried to get a glimpse of his dick. Now, I find myself checking out his ass when he’s walking down the hall. And where he once was just another dude, I can’t even look at him now without noticing how fucking hot he is.

His tall, ripped build is no longer just an asset for the football field. Now, it’s a focal point in my thoughts. His chiseled jawline. His strong forearms corded with veins that lead to his huge hands. Hands I never thought twice about when we would do a thumb war or arm wrestle. Now, I think about how those hands would feel wrapped around my cock. Jerking me roughly. His tight grip squeezing as I erupt all over his abs.

Every time he speaks, that deep voice sizzles down my spine and settles in my balls. It’s a fucking sickness. Festering by the day. And Taya is the only one who curbs the cravings. She’s the only one who makes me feel normal.

“Let me make it up to you, baby.” She strokes over my swollen shaft, rubbing me through my joggers. I’m hard now. My sickness is bleeding in. My obsession taking shape in my mind. “See?” She pulls me from my pants. “I knew you wanted it. Let me show you how sorry I am for the way I behaved.”

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