Page 95 of For the Fans
“Huh?”
“When I was hooking up with Lexi… I couldn’t even gethard. Because your dumb fucking words poisoned my brain.”
Avi is still, just breathing, our chests resting together as they move in tandem, up and down. His hips shift and he squirms.
“What?” I growl, annoyed that he seems like he wants to move when all I want to do is just lie here and pretend we’re both dead.
“I mean…” His voice creeps out in a hesitant rumble, “You’re hard right now…”
My jaw tenses. “No, I’m not.”
“Yea… you are.” He moves his hips again, and I feel it, like a wave of sensation raining tingles between my legs. “Your dick is…fuck, it’s like stone.”
Lifting my head just a little, I peek in between our bodies at the visible erection trying to fight its way out of my pants. Another hopeless sigh comes from my mouth, and this time I drop my head down onto his shoulder.
“Why am I so hard?” I whine, so goddamnconfusedand full of resentment. “Why am I hardnow…? It’s so fucking stupid. My dick is broken.”
“Jesus, how drunk are you?” Avi chuckles, and it annoys me enough to lift my head again.
“You broke my dick.” I glare at him.
He’s clearly trying to stifle a smirk as he raises his fingers to brush them through my hair. “Yea, I don’t think that’s it.”
Jerking away from his touch, I roll off of him onto my back. “Whatever. I’m fucked. I’m probably gonna lose to Virginia Tech,again, all because I can’t get my head on straight…”
Before I can even process it, he rolls on top of me, straddling me and pinning my wrists to the floor. My eyes widen, heat rushing up my neck.
“Then let me help you.” His head tilts as he gazes curiously down at me.
I swallow a thick, scratchy gulp. “How…?”
Sloping his face over mine, he stops when the tips of our noses are touching. “Give your dick what it wants.”
Shivers sheet my flesh, though I’m so hot it’s like I’m standing on the sun. I force a shake of my head while gawking up at him. “My dick is a moron.”
He chuckles, bringing even more warmth to my face. “That’s probably true… But who cares? Stop fighting what feels good, Kyran.”
Stopfighting.
My brain wants me to protest. To insist that this isn’t me, and that I hate him, because he’s a stoner dipshit who smiles way too much, and doesn’t know meat all.
But at the same time, Iamtired. Tired of pretending this stupid secret business isn’t the most exciting thing I’ve ever done. Tired of acting like it doesn’t thrill me to my bones to know that people are begging and pleading to see what we can do behind closed doors.
It doesn’t have to mean anything… Not right now.
Maybe right now it’s the opposite of football. A way to give up control and responsibility… And just be stupid with him.For a little while…
Until we make the money we need. And then it’ll be done.
Pressing my lips together, I wobble my head in a little shake, because I don’t know what to say.
But Avi doesn’t seem to care that I’m lost, or confused or unsure. He eases his lips onto mine, just a soft brush before whispering, “We shouldfuck, Kyran.”
My heart is racing, fingers threading through his where he’s holding my hands down as I mutter, “For the fans… Right?”
His lashes flutter and he peers down at me, nodding slowly. “Yea. Yea, totally… For the fans.”
I don’t even want to think about how hard my dick is right now. It’s way too confusing. Instead, I just focus on the task at hand.The business.
