Page 30 of Topping the Jock
The center of Reed’s brow creased. “Okay. Still not as straightforward as I’d like, but it’s a start. Are you saying you guys are friends?”
Friends. Hmm. I recalled Monty panting as I stroked his dick. My lips still tingled from kissing him so hard.
“Not exactly.”
“Fuckin’ hell, Beck, just spill it.”
“I jerked him off in the locker room after school today,” I blurted out. “That’s why I was late coming here.”
I expected Reed to lecture me or stare at me like I was crazy—because I sure as hell felt like it. Instead, he started laughing. Hard.
“Wait, wait,” he said, holding a hand up, his face pink from laughing. “You seriously jerked him off? Like, what, you just walked in there, stuck your hand down his pants, and did the do?”
“It’s not that funny,” I said, however, I started grinning too. It was hard not to. Reed’s laugh was contagious. “As I said, we’ve been talking for the past week. It’s hard to stay pissed at him when he’s so…” I struggled for the right word, then settled on, “Fun.”
“Fun,” Reed repeated.
“Yeah. He’s funny, gorgeous, and I like being around him.” I scrubbed my hands over my face. “What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing’s wrong with you,” Reed said, his voice softer. I glanced up at him. “You’ve kinda had a thing for Monty since high school. I mean, you followed his career in college, and even though you played it off like you didn’t care, I saw how upset you got when he was injured. It really bothered you that his dream of playing pro ball was snatched from him. I don’t know why, but you two have a strong connection, and it seems to be getting even stronger. If you like him, go for it.”
“Go for it?”
“Yeah, bang him. Date him. Just don’t kill him, because although I can help hide the body, I really don’t want to chance you going to prison. I’d miss you too much.”
I definitely didn’t want to date Monty. But banging him sounded like a good way to let off some steam.
My stomach growled. “Can we continue this discussion over dinner? I’m starving.”
Reed grabbed plates from the cabinet and cut us each a generous square of lasagna. “Will you take the wine and glasses to the table?”
“Yep.”
As we ate, Reed badmouthed Christian some more, and I let him vent.
“Why didn’t he justtellme he lost interest?” he asked, stabbing at his food with a fork. “We weren’t serious or anything, but when you regularly eat out someone’s ass, you’d think that would warrant some kind of common decency.”
I stared at my half-eaten lasagna—which was incredibly delicious, by the way—but my appetite took a nosedive at the mention of ass-eating. “Maybe he was scared to tell you. Some people don’t handle conflict well. Not everyone is as open as you.”
“Well, I hope he falls asleep outside under the Hawaiian sun and gets a sunburn on his dimpled ass,” Reed said, before pouring a third glass of wine. “Then, I hope they go sightseeing and hoe bag Chad runs off with a local and leaves him alone in the wilderness where he’ll have to fight his way back to civilization, sunburned ass and all.”
I snorted. “I think you’ve had enough to drink.”
“Probably.” Reed stared at his glass before tilting it back. “What are you going to do about Monty?”
“Nothing. Today was a onetime thing.”
“I doubt it,” Reed said with a knowing gleam in his eyes. “You’re already thinking about touching his dick again, just admit it.”
I took a drink to hide my smile.
My best friend knew me too damn well.
Later, once I got home, I changed into night pants and slid into bed, my thoughts instantly shifting to Monty. I had surprised myself earlier when I’d pinned him to the lockers and said all of those things in his ear. He’d seemed surprised too.
When it came to sex, I was a completely different person sometimes. It was like I was given the freedom to let loose and stop overthinking everything. Pinning Monty to the lockers, I had realized I liked having him at my mercy. I’d enjoyed that dazed look in his eyes as I brought him to the edge, knowing he came because of me.
For so many years,hehad been the one on top. Ruling the school and having everyone bow down to him.
