Page 26 of His Fearless Guy

Fuck. This is what I get for letting my emotions take charge. Now, he’s pissed and trying to cut off my supply. I don’t bother with another text because I’m not doing this shit over the phone. I’ll catch up with him when he comes over after school and we’ll hash it out face to face. Take it to the mat if we have to. Only…when I get out to the parking lot, I see he’s already taken off, and I’m guessing he’s not heading to my house.

I bypass the guys and go straight to my truck, tearing out of the parking lot and beelining it straight for Baylor’s house. Thankfully, his truck is the only one parked in his garage. He mentioned his parents going out of town for a few days so that means we’ll have the house to ourselves tonight. I walk right in, nearly tripping over his bag and shoes. I’m about to head to the kitchen to find him but hear wild grunts coming from down thehall along with the clanking of chains. He’s in the gym, and it sounds like he’s punching the shit out of his punching bag.

“Is that my face you’re imagining?” I ask, stepping into the room and crossing my arms as he lays into the bag. He grabs the thing before it swings back on him.

“Who the fuck said you could come in?” He heaves on a ragged breath, the sweat dripping down his neck.

“Since when is it a problem? You walk right into my house anytime you want.”

He starts to strip his gloves off. I guess he’s done taking his anger out on the bag. “What do you want, Ryeson?”

“We need to talk about that text you sent me.”

He tosses his gloves to the ground and uses his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow. I’m drawn to his chiseled abs, each line cut from years of hard training. His body is a masterpiece. Head to toe. And that cock he has between his legs haunts every single one of my thoughts.

“What about it?” He grabs his bottle of water from the bench and chugs it back. I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, and my dick is envious of the liquid running down his throat. I’m hard and horny as hell, but unless I fix this between us, I won’t be getting between those smooth lips of his.

“Thought we agreed that we’d call it quits after graduation. Just trying to figure out why you want to end things now. Pretty sure it was your dick prying my lips open this morning as I woke up.”

His nostrils flare and my eyes go straight to his crotch. The undeniable proof is in the package which is now bulging in the front of his workout shorts. “That was before I realized I was holding you back.”

“You’re not holding me back from jack shit.” I follow him out of the gym. He’s stalking down the hall toward his bedroom, and my eyes are following his ass like a starved wolf. It’s so tight andfirm. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to bend him over and force my dick inside it. But we’ve drawn the line at hands and mouths. And it’s probably for the best.

“Really?” He stops in his bathroom and turns the shower on. “You seemed awfully disappointed you weren’t going to get to take the twins to the dance. I don’t want to hold you back from having your threesome. Didn’t you say it was on your bucket list?” He strips his shorts right down and his cock springs right up in the air, pointing straight at me. Fuck.

“It no longer appeals.” I lick my lips, salivating for a taste of him. “And neither do those twins.”

He grabs a hold of his dick and begins to stroke, his eyes watching me closely. “Then why did you slap my arm, getting pissed I didn’t agree to be the fourth wheel for prom.”

I step closer, crowding his personal space. My eyes still locked on his dick. “I only said that because the guys were looking at me like I’m crazy for not wanting to be sandwiched by the twins.” I reach inside my pants and give my cock a squeeze as I watch him fist himself nice and slow. He’s intentionally teasing me. Taunting me to beg for a taste. I just might if he keeps it up. “You seemed pretty interested in Astrid. She said you were flirting with her in class.” I grit my teeth as the jealousy rushes through.

“I’ve always been a big flirt, Ryeson, and you know it. Want to tell me why you suddenly have a problem with it?” My grip around my dick is almost to the point of pain. “Are you not going to answer the question?” His brow cocks up in waiting. When I still don’t answer, he shakes his head and steps into his shower.

I don’t want to answer the question. Admitting that I’m jealous as hell is me admitting that what we have is more than just a sexual arrangement. He’ll know my feelings have started to run deeper, and I’m not sure I’m ready to face that truth. Or ready to face the rejection when he reminds me that in twomonths we’re ending things and going our separate ways. A fact I try not to think about.

He turns and drops his head back under the spray, rinsing his hair as his eyes remain locked on mine, waiting for an answer. I don’t fucking know what to say.

“The only reason I mentioned anything about Astrid was because I was jealous,” he admits. “When you got mad at me for not agreeing to the double date, the feeling nearly knocked me out. I saw Astrid staring at me from out of the corner of my eye, and I used her as a shield so I didn’t have to face my feelings.”

My chest starts to beat rapidly and all my reservations drift away with the steam that’s floating throughout the room. He turns away from me and hangs his head under the spray, and I can’t get my clothes off fast enough. “I know I shouldn’t be jealous,” he sighs. It’s like he can’t look at me as he admits his truth. “It’s not like I have a claim on you. But I don’t want this to stop.”

I step up to his back, taking a steady breath. It was never supposed to be more than just two guys helping each other out. But that line of friendship was crossed from the very first kiss. The world fell out beneath my feet, and I felt like I was floating. My heart was pounding as hard as it is right now. “You do have claim, Baylor.”

His head lifts and he turns to face me, looking at me through the running stream of water. His blue eyes peering right into my soul. My chest constricts, knowing exactly what he sees.

“I want you to fuck me.”

His words nearly take me down on impact. The force of my need crashes in like a freight train. I reach for his hips, yanking him forward. He better be real fucking sure he wants this, because once I take him, everything changes.

“Are you sure you’re ready for what that means?”

“I’m pretty sure I handed in my straight card when I started sucking your dick.” He smirks. Yeah, I think I turned mine over the second time I jerked him off. “I’m ready, Ryes. I don’t care what sexual label people want to give me or what anyone thinks. I want you.”

My fingers grip into his hair and I jerk his head back. “That’s not what I meant.” I lean down, stealing a taste of his wet lips, sucking the water right off his tempting skin. “I want to make sure you’re ready for what this means between us.” I reach my hand around and give his firm ass a squeeze. “It means this is mine.” Once I take his anal cherry, this arrangement becomes binding. “No more girls. No more flirting. And no more making me jealous.”

His hand wraps around my cock, putting me in a choke hold and I nearly spasm right over the edge. “It’s impossible to see a girl past this incredible dick, so there’s nothing for you to be jealous over.” He starts to stroke, and my eyes roll back in my head. “Same goes for you, Rye. No more girls and no fucking twins.”

Yeah, he has nothing to worry about either.

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