Page 23 of Scoring Zone
King: Is this my fault?
Me: Team bonding before we hit the road
Drake: Benzy said no sex talk
Me: *eye roll emoji*
“Looks like Trevor had the same idea.” Grayson drains his mug and sets it on the counter with a thunk. “We should talk about what Leo said.”
A pit opens in my stomach, threatening to swallow me whole. “Why?”
His mouth falls open. “Really? Are you going to pretend our situation has nothing to do with what he said?” The disappointment in his voice rings clear.
I can’t think of a proper response that doesn’t give away my feelings for him.
“Tinny.” He stands in front of me, with his big brown eyes imploring me to listen while his inviting aroma surrounds me. “Don’t you think it’s hypocritical to say you accept my sexuality but refuse to accept yours?”
I blink rapidly, digesting his words. “That’s not the issue.” The words are out before I realize the ramifications.
“No? You spend a night with me, acting like you can’t get enough, but then tell me it’s not what you want. It seems like you’re in denial.” Compassion softens the harshness of his words.
I’ve dug myself a hole, and it’s filling in around me. The truth isn’t an option. Keeping him away from me for his own good is the only way.
I clear my throat. “You’re right. You should be with someone who is proud of their preferences and isn’t a hypocrite like me.” My chin sticks out to give the illusion of confidence.
“Talk to me,” he begs, ignoring my statement.
“There isn’t anything to say. You’re right, and that’s another reason why we’re better off as friends.” I choke the words out in a rush, hoping I sell the lie.
“You don’t mean that,” he murmurs, coming closer. I back up and shake my head as he reaches for me. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s me.”
I refuse to make eye contact as if that will ward him off.
One warm hand lands on my hip and the other lifts my chin so I’m forced to see him.
“If you can look me in the eye and honestly tell me you don’t want me and only want to be friends, I’ll never bring it up again.” His eyes are searching mine. Digging for the truth that I can’t give.
“G, don’t make this harder than it already is.” I lower my eyes.
“Harder because you don’t feel the same as I do or because you want me as much as I want you?” he asks, still holding my chin.
I don’t want to lie anymore.
He deserves so much better than me.
Someone who won’t hurt him or drag him into the darkness. Someone who won’t cause him bodily harm.
“When we were in the elevator in Vegas on the way to your room, I had to restrain myself from humping you in public. I wanted to rub myself all over you so I’d smell like you and you’dsmell like me. The way you kissed me felt like ownership and coming home.”
My cock loves his words and has plumped up, hoping for some attention.
“Kissing you was an electric shock and a soft caress. Look at me and tell me you’re fine never kissing me again.” His voice dares me.
“I can’t,” I wail, disappointed in myself and petrified I’ll let him down.
He slides his hand over to cup my balls, and my dick tents my sweatpants. There’s no hiding my arousal.
“This feels like a sign you’re dying to put your lips on mine. Or maybe you’d prefer my lips stretched around your cock.” It jumps and he chuckles. “You lie with your words, but your body tells a different story. If you tell me no, I’ll stop.”
