Page 47 of Hidden Plays
As my cock tickled, my body jerked. “This is why we need a bed.” I pushed his head away and tucked my cock inside my jeans. It would be too hard to have anal sex in a backseat. I didn’t even want to try.
He straightened and hopped onto the seat, patting my leg. “You really get off on having your ass played with.”
My gaze snapped to his. Had he even heard what I said? “I do. Prostate orgasms are fantastic.”
“Yeah?” He tilted his head, his gaze fixed on my junk.
“What are you doing?” I watched him, eyeing me like he was a bear, and I was a picnic basket.
“I want to do it again.” He palmed my dick through my jeans, the heat of his hand sparking life into my spent cock.
With the corner of my mouth lifting, I said, “Jesus, Holden, I didn’t know you were so addicted to sex.” I hooked an arm around his shoulders and pulled him to my chest.
He nuzzled my neck. “Only with you. I mean, I’ve always liked sex. But with you, it’s different. I can’t get enough.” He bit my earlobe and rocked his hips, his hard cock outlined under the pocket of his jeans.
How long could we get away with this in a parking lot? I glanced through the windows and a cop car drove slowly through the street. Fuck. “Holden, get off me. Now.” Did the parking lot close at a certain time during the week? I pushed him from me.
“What?” His gaze chased mine. “Oh, shit.” He combed hisfingers through his hair and adjusted his shirt. “I uh, better get home.” His wide gaze found mine. “Are the cops extra nasty when they find gay men like this?”
“Sometimes. It’s never happened to me, but I’ve heard some shit, and some cops look for reasons to harass gay couples.” We weren’t technically out in public, but I was almost certain we’d be arrested.
“Shit.” He stared at the floor, his hands wringing in his lap. “I have to figure my shit out.”
“Hey.” I grabbed his chin and made him face me, then pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “Take the time you need. I’ll be here. We’ll be together.”
He nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on mine. “I needed to hear that.”
“Trust me, Holden. I want this to work.” I freed his chin, and he curled in on me, resting his head on my chest.
Grabbing a fold in my shirt, he said, “There is so much to think about. It’s overwhelming sometimes. But I won’t do you wrong, JJ. I’m invested in this much as you are.”
As I wrapped my arm around him, my chest exploded with warmth. Holy fuck, that was it. I was falling and falling hard. He was so vulnerable with me, how could I not? Patting his thigh, I said, “We should go home now.”
He lifted. “Yeah.” With a hard press of his lips against mine, he shifted to the door and opened it. “See you at practice tomorrow.” A slow grin worked over his mouth. “I’ll miss you.”
“Miss you too.” Be still, my fucking heart. He was killing me. Tipping my head to the seatback, I watched him close the door and go. Who could have imagined that Holden Cox would be this way?
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HOLDEN
Ihad so much to think about. But one thing I knew—I was falling hard for JJ Matthews. No doubt about it. I swung the door open to my apartment and stepped inside.
Arden, sitting on the couch and watching the news, turned around. “Hey, Holden. Where the hell were you all night?”
On the best fucking date of my life. “Uh, I was in Old Town, with…with a friend.” I patted my hair. Shit, I hadn’t checked how I looked before I left the car.
“Oh, really.” A slow smirk wandered across his face. “The wrinkles in your linen shirt give you away.” With a snicker, he stood, his gaze raking over me from head to toe. “Who’s the chick?” Arching a brow, he stuffed his hands into his back pockets.
“N-no chick, really.” I flattened the wrinkles on my shirt. “I’m uh, tired and need to go to bed.”
“Your hair is snarled in the back.” He cackled as he followed me. “Come on, who is she? Is it Mandy from class? Dude, did you tap her?”
“I didn’t tap anyone.” With a scoff, I stepped into my room and shut the door on him. Jesus fuck, what should I tell him?
He pounded on the door. “Come on, Holden. Inquiring minds need to know.” He sniggered and pounded again.
I had to tell him. Throwing the door open, I said, “Okay, it was a date and there were some…sexy times.” I sounded like an idiot. “But it wasn’t Mandy, and you don’t know her.”
