Page 45 of The Way Home
“Coach?”
“Yup. That’s right. Congratulations, and welcome to the Stony Creek High team.”
“Wait! Are you shitting me? Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to say that, sorry. But are you serious?”
Gary laughed and clapped his hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay, and yes, I’m very serious. We’re happy to have a legacy. It’s always nice for the students to hear that someone came from this school and is returning to support the community here.”
A legacy. Was that all I was? “You’re sure I’m the right guy?”
“We’re sure. I’ll admit, I was excited to hear what you had to say, and you didn’t disappoint. You’re not just a legacy, Jeremy. You know your shit.”
I stared at him with surprise. I never thought I’d hearmyprincipal cuss. Except… I was no longer a student, and he was showing me I was on new terms with him. It struck me then that this was real. I got it. I got the job. I lunged forward and hugged the man. “Thank you! Thank you, seriously. I’m not going to let you down.”
He patted my back and chuckled. “It’s not about me, Jeremy, but I know you’re not going to let your students down, and what’s more… yourself.”
My eyes burned, but I refused to shed tears here in front of my new boss. I let him go and took a step back. “Okay. Okay. This is great. Thanks again. What happens now?”
“Well, we start with paperwork to make everything official.”
“Right. Paperwork. Let’s do this.” I clapped my hands together.
Twenty minutes later, it was official. I was going to be working at my alma mater, doing what I love. It was surreal, even signing my name didn’t make it feel real yet. There was still a weird disconnect in my mind when I left and headed back home.
Home. I would be moving back officially. Now, with Riley, it felt more like home than it had since we all lived here together. A huge weight lifted off me. Years of floundering and aimlessness and now it felt like everything was lining up the way it should.
Pulling up to the cabin, it all hit me, and I knew inside was the person I couldn’t wait to share it with. I leapt out of the car and rushed up the steps, anxious to share the news. The door creaked loudly as I pushed it open, expecting to see Riley waiting in the kitchen for me, but he wasn’t there.
“Ri?” I shouted, peering around the living room. No response came. I set my keys and phone down on the kitchen table and headed down the hallway. “Riley? Where are you?”
Curiosity had me peeking into my bedroom first. Seeing it empty, I continued further down and saw the door to his room closed. Weird. He knew I was coming back. Was he sleeping? I turned the knob and pushed it open carefully. “Ri?”
What I found when I entered made me grin like a fool. Riley was laying on his side, head propped up on his hand, fully naked, not even wearing his glasses. His cheeks pinked as I took in his long, beautiful form on the bed.
“Congratulations, Coach.”
“Wait, how did you know?”
“There was only one logical outcome, Jem, you were just too close to see it. I’m really happy for you and proud of you.” Riley gave me a look of adoration.
“So… time to celebrate?” I dragged my eyes down his body, appreciating every inch of him and how much he’d changed. The black hair on his chest contrasted against his fair skin, and he had a sexy treasure trail pointing to his cock, which bucked under my attention. Damn, I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on him and taste him again.
“Yeah, I’d say so, but first, I have a small confession to make.”
I drew my gaze away from his groin and met his green eyes. “Oh? What’s that?”Riley stretched out, reaching beneath the pillow he wasn’t using. “Imayhave done a little snooping in your room.”
I sat on the bed beside him, running my hand over his hip. “I have no secrets. You’re free to snoop as much as you’d like.”
“Well, I found your drawer with all of your, uh, toys.” The color of his cheeks deepened, making him look equally sexy and adorable.
“Oh? And?” I asked, my hand now kneading the soft flesh on his hip. His dick waved at me out of the corner of my eye, begging for attention. I sent it a secret promise that I would be talking to it soon.
Riley chuckled awkwardly. “It surprised me. You brought a lot with you.”
“Well, I thought I was going to be here alone. Lucky for me, things worked out so much better.”
“Do you have a preference of what you like to use?” Riley asked, looking sheepish.
I rolled him to his back and climbed on top of him—still clothed—and trapped him with my body, in case he decided he needed to hide. “I like them all, which is why I have them. But to answer the question I think you’re trying to ask, I’m still vers. I love doing the fucking, and I love getting fucked. What about you, Riley? What do you like?”
