Page 33 of Hidden Plays
The elevator stopped, and then the door reopened.
“Okay, let’s do this.” I hooked my arm around him again with him slinging his arm over my shoulders, and I guided him down the hallway.
After stopping at his door, he unlocked it with his keycard, and I pushed it open. “Okay, let’s get you on the bed.” Holy crap, I was in his hotel room and there was only one bed. “You don’t have a roommate?”
“Nope, they were out of rooms with two beds. I got lucky.”He chuckled as I positioned him next to the bed. “Can you, uh, help me get on the bed?” He wrinkled his forehead, his gaze meeting mine.
“Sure.” I turned him to face me, holding him in my arms, his breath whispering against my cheek. “What do you want me to do?” I stared at the bed as my heart throbbed. Being so near, it would be too easy to?—
“JJ?” His chest swelled into mine as he took deep breaths. “Did you really fuck Miguel?”
My gaze darted to his. “What?” Why was he asking about this again?
“Did you?” His tongue slid across his lips. “Are you back together with him?” His hold on my torso tightened, and his brows furrowed.
With a hard swallow, I looked deeply into his worried blue eyes. I couldn’t look at him like this and lie to him. “Uh, no, I didn’t, and we’re not together again.”
“Thank God.” Lifting a hand to cup my cheek, he pressed his mouth on mine in an exploring kiss, his plump lips yielding and his tongue swiping behind my teeth.
Oh, fuck…I slanted my mouth over his and deepened the kiss, our tongues tangling and my lips crushing his. My balls heated and my dick swelled inside my joggers as fire ignited through my body.
A soft moan floated from his throat, and his hot cock pushed against mine, just as hard and needy as mine was. As he broke the kiss, he panted and rested his forehead against mine. “I’ve been thinking about that ever since I kissed you at the gay bar.”
“You have?” I fought to calm my thrumming pulse. “B-but you said you were straight. You swore you weren’t queer.” He confused the fuck out of me right now. But feeling his body against mine was so good, and his hardness was unmistakable.
“I know. I didn’t want to admit it.” His brows wrinkled. “And you kept saying I wasn’t your type.”
“Oh.” Except I’d been lying about that too. “I should haveclarified. Straight guys aren’t my type.” I tensed my mouth. That sounded stupid because even though I’d thought he was straight, I’d wanted him. “Or maybe guys I hate aren’t my type.”
“Do you still hate me?” His gaze crept to mine, his pupils blown.
“I…not right this minute, I don’t.” I glanced toward his knee. He shouldn’t be standing on it. Was he? “Let’s get you on the bed.” I helped lower him to sit on the bed, his bad leg not bending as much as his good leg.
“Don’t go anywhere.” He held his hand out to me.
I squeezed it, my insides warming like a hot summer breeze. “I won’t.” He was vulnerable, and for once, I wanted him to feel safe with me. “Where’s the ice pack?” I knew he had some of the medical gear for the game in here.
“In the ASU bag in the corner.” Flinching, he shifted himself higher on the bed, resting his back against the crisp white pillows over the tufted beige headboard.
I rummaged in the bag and came out with an instant ice pack. After squeezing it to make it cold, I brought it to him. “Here, we should elevate your knee.”
Slipping a pillow out from behind him, he handed it to me.
I peeked at his face as I carefully lifted his leg and pushed the pillow under his knee. “Is that okay?” The last thing I wanted was to hurt him more.
With a grimace, he said, “Yes, that’s good.” He set the ice pack on his knee and combed his fingers through his long bangs. “JJ, what are you thinking right now?”
“I’m worried about your knee. Will you let me see it?” If it was going to swell, it should have by now. I tilted my head, my gaze traveling up his leg, to his semi-hard cock, his flat stomach under his team athletic shirt and finally to his face. He was my type. Who the hell did I think I was fooling?
“So, you’re avoiding what just happened?” He frowned.
“No, I’m not. I just want to make sure you’re physically okay first.” I planted my hands on my hips. What else could I do forhim? “Can I get you an ibuprofen?” Maybe I was putting off the inevitable talk we needed to have.
“Sure. There’s some in my Dopp kit in the bathroom.” He tipped his head back.
“Okay, be right back.” I strolled into the bathroom, found the medicine and filled a plastic cup with tap water. As I snagged my reflection in the mirror, I braced myself. What was I going to do? Mess around with a curious straight guy? But we obviously had a connection, or my body wouldn’t react to him the way it had. Damn, I desired him something fierce. Each kiss we shared woke something inside me, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. And he was into me for sure.
Blowing out a harsh breath, I ambled to the bed and handed him the medicine.
