Page 69 of Golden

He stares at me, his hands lightly skimming over my shoulders. “You can’t promise that.”

“I just did.” I kiss him again, this time wrapping a hand lightly around his throat and pushing him back onto the bed before climbing over him.

The way he melts beneath me is addictive, and when I pull back to nibble the sensitive skin below his ear, my fingers skimming over his hardened nipples, he lets out a soft moan.

“You really like this, don’t you?” I murmur against his ear, my fingers flexing a little around the strong column of his neck. “You like when I take control.”

“Yes.” He gasps as I tug at his lobe with my teeth, my hand reaching down to grip his semi-hard cock through his sweats.

I stroke him through the material, pushing up so I can see the half-lidded lust on his face as he arches into the movement. “Tell me what you want, Sol.”

“Fuck.” He gasps as I dip my head and graze my teeth over his nipple. “I want . . . I want—”

“Sol? Wes?” His mom’s voice echoes down the stairs, and we jump apart like two teenagers caught in the act.

Sol’s eyes are wild as he scrambles for his shirt, even though there are no footsteps on the stairs. “Yeah?”

“Jacey wants to know if you two would join us for a game of Monopoly.”

Sol looks at me and I shrug, lowering my voice to a whisper. “I mean, I’d much rather see where this was going, but I don’t want to disappoint my number one fan, right?”

He smiles and leans forward, pressing a quick kiss against my lips. “That spot is already taken.”

My heart stumbles a little but I press my lips together as he stands and pulls his shirt on, calling up to his mom that we’ll be there in a minute. When he turns and looks back at me, his skin flushed and his hair mussed, I can’t deny the fear that snakes, cold, through my veins.

Ever since I first felt this connection with Sol, he’s been slowly creeping into my bloodstream, filling up every inch of me until I’m drowning in him. This is exactly what I wanted to avoid. I told him over and over again that this could never be anything more than getting each other off. Now I’m here, at his house, about to play Monopoly with his mom and kid sister. The thought should scare the hell out of me, but when Sol holds out his hand to haul me up off the bed, a shy smile on his perfect lips, I can’t remember a single reason why it should.

SOL

Wes annihilates at Monopoly. Usually this would mean an epic tantrum from Jacey, but she’s so smitten with him, she barely pouts. Mom and I share a look and I shake my head. It’s not a crush. She knows he’s gay. She just thinks he’s amazing and can do no wrong. I kind of see where she’s coming from.

“Truck time!” Dad hollers from the hallway. “Everyone ready?”

Wes leans over and I try not to inhale the spiced scent that makes my head spin. Both of them. “You going to tell me what the hell this truck thing is about? Should I be scared?”

“Nope to both questions,” I say, pushing back my chair and helping Mom pack the game away.

“Go get wrapped up, Jacey,” Dad says, poking his head into the living room. “It’s milder tonight, but it’s still freezing.”

Jacey scampers off and I turn to Wes. “Did you bring warm stuff? I don’t know if you even brought a coat.”

“I brought a jacket, but that’s it. Figured I wouldn’t be outside.”

“Don’t worry, Wes!” Jacey’s voice is muffled as she shouts through from the hall. “You can borrow stuff.”

“What will you do if she offers you one of her pink bobble hats?” I ask, smirking.

Wes raises his eyebrows. “Wear it. Of course.”

The urge to grip his shirt and haul him to me for a kiss is almost too much to ignore and the force of it steals my breath. Giving him a smile I’m certain looks strained, I lead the way out into the hallway to grab my coat.

Jacey bounds over and hands Wes a beanie and scarf, but they’re not pink. My heart thumps as he thanks her and pulls on the navy-blue hat emblazoned with my high school’s crest.

“Everyone ready?” Mom asks, checking our coats and scarves like she’s our unit commander and we’re about to head out on a dangerous mission.

“Come on,” Jacey whines. “Let’s go!”

We head outside and already there’s a trickle of people heading in the direction of Winchester Street, the hosts this time. The winter sun is low in the sky and as the sound of laughter and music carries on the sharp breeze, and pure joy squeezes my heart. Wes tries to ask for information again, but everyone just grins at him, and my smile widens at his frustration.

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