Page 10 of Playing Hardball
It’s your fault I’m wound up so tight. Stand up and let’s go.
I rise and after mumbling apologies to the old couple, we leave for our house.
Once we’re inside, Wesley immediately collapses on the couch in the living room. I take a seat not too far from him. From my position, I can tell he’s still hard. No wonder he’s so cranky.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he asks covering his face with his hands.
I go for the blunt approach.
“I want to fuck you,” I tell him.
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, his green eyes smolder.
“Why didn’t you just say so?” he growls.
I shrug and he starts to move towards me but I stop him with my hand.
“But I can’t if I don’t know your name. That’s just wrong,” I say and he frowns.
“You’ve got a plethora of secrets. And you’re insistent on finding out the single one I have?’ he asks, just like I knew he would.
“Yes,” I insist.
“No. Not until you tell me something first. Why are you running? What did you do?”
“You shouldn’t compare the two of us. If you’re not going to tell me your name, just say so,” I answer, feeling far bitterer than I expect to.
“Why can’t I? I’ve got demons just as you have,” he answers.
I feel a rush of bitter anger and aim a pissed off glare at him.
“You have no idea what I’ve been through. So just stop talking.”
My voice quivers towards the end and I close my eyes. Heat rushes up and gathers behind my eyes, and when I open them again, they’re wet. Wesley is staring at me with a softer, pitying gaze, and the sight of him looking at me this way brings more tears to my eyes.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” he says coming closer to me and pulling me into a hug. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have acted the way I did.”
His arm snakes around me, and the feel of them holding me this safely and tenderly uncorks a screw that lets emotions spill into my chest. My heart clenches and I fight to breathe easy.
“I want to trust you. Just give me some time,” I say, looking at him desperately. He nods like he understands.
“My name is Benton Parish Lautner,” he tells me.
“Benton,” I say trying out his name on my lips. It suits him.
He groans.
“I think I might like the sound of that a little too much,” he tells me.
“I like your name,” I say. “It’s hot.”
With that said, I climb onto his lap and proceed to kiss him like I’ve wanted to since the first time I saw him.
Chapter 6
(Benton)
