Page 73 of Topping the Jock
I lowered the phone from my ear and squeezed it tightly in my hand before throwing it on the bed. It hit the mattress and bounced into the floor. Much like my damn heart. I hadn’t realized how much I’d wanted my dad’s approval, his love, until he’d basically confirmed that he didn’t give two shits about me.
More tears welled in my eyes.
And then arms came around me from behind.
“You heard?” I asked, barely keeping myself together.
“Only your side of the conversation,” Quinn whispered against my nape, his arms tightening around my midsection. “But I got the gist. Are you okay?”
I couldn’t answer. I didn’t know if I was okay or not. So I put my arms over his and said nothing. Just took the comfort he offered.
Quinn held me like that for a while, occasionally pressing kisses to my nape and shoulder. It was the first time he’d ever held me and been so tender outside of sex.
“Come on,” he eventually said. “I’ll make you some breakfast.”
I needed to go grocery shopping again, so there wasn’t a whole lot to choose from. But Quinn whipped us up some eggs and toasted bread that I was surprised hadn’t reached the expiration date yet. He then cut up some strawberries and blueberries to go with it. I only had fresh fruit because I used them in my smoothies in the morning throughout the week.
“Thanks,” I said as we sat at the table with our plates of food.
“No problem.” He sipped his coffee before cutting into his eggs. “When I was sad, my dad would always cook for me. He’s a lot like me in the sense that it’s hard for him to express emotions and know what to say sometimes. Cooking was his way of comforting me.”
So, was it Quinn’s way of showing he cared for me too?
Though my chest still ached, I smiled. “I hope to meet your dad someday. And I hope he doesn’t kill me when I do.”
Quinn gave me a warm smile. “Well, I doubt I can get rid of you now. So I’m sure you’ll meet him soon. I can’t keep you a secret forever.”
“Does he know you’re gay?” I asked, realizing it was something we hadn’t discussed yet.
He nodded. “He even set me up with a work buddy’s son one time.”
“How did that work out?”
“I saw the guy once and never returned his call.”
“Harsh,” I said with a light chuckle.
“Oh no. Not harsh at all.” He bit off the edge of his toast and swallowed before continuing, “I went to the movies with him, and he chewed his nails and spit them on the floor during it. Like loud biting and spitting. Who does that? Especially when on a date? To make matters worse, he then grabbed my hand, and his fingers were wet from him sticking them in his mouth. It was so gross.”
I cringed. “Sounds like you’ve had some interesting dates. Where did our first one rank on your list?”
“At the top,” he answered. “But whether it’s at the top of best dates or worst ones… you’ll have to decide for yourself.”
I remembered the gentle smiles over dinner. Recalled the sweetness of the kiss on the Ferris wheel. Definitely on the best-dates list.
“What’s your plan for the day?” I asked before shoveling the eggs into my mouth. He was a damn good cook.
“Reed wants me to have dinner with him tonight,” he answered. “Until then, I think I’ll hang around here and pester you.”
“You never pester me.”
“Torment, then.”
I swallowed my next bite of food with a loud gulp, and my cock swelled. If bytormenthe meant more fun with the Fleshlight, then I was so fucking ready.
“Bring it on,” I said, smiling as a challenging gleam appeared in his eyes.
“Sure you can handle it?”
