welcome.”
We ate in silence for a couple of minutes. Lance’s table manners were not much better than at breakfast, and he shoved two slices into his mouth for each slice I ate. He’d also gotten us each a Coke and I washed down the last of my lunch before turning in my seat and facing him.
“Okay, so I take it back.”
“Take what back?”
“Not all jocks are meatheads. Lunch was great. What do I owe you?”
“Nothing. My treat.”
“I can’t—”
He waved me off. “I invited you. You can always get lunch next time.” He waggled his brows at me. “Or dinner.”
“Next time, huh?” I laughed. “Who said there would be a next time?”
“Well a guy can hope, can’t he?”
He turned in his seat to face me, back leaning against his door, as his eyes wandered from my face down my open coat to my lap. Each time we were together, Lance seemed to become a little bolder, like he was having the same difficulty I was hiding the attraction. When he reached my heeled boots, he licked his lips and his eyes were dark with desire—they really were dark this time and not just my vanity coloring them—when they once again met mine. “You look great.”
“For a guy who claims he’s never been with another guy, you sure seem comfortable checking one out.”
He shrugged.
“How old are you?”
He wasn’t expecting that question after his admission, as evidenced by the way he cocked his head and hesitated slightly. “Twenty-one. Why?”
“And you were nineteen when your buddies took you to the strip club?”
“Yes.”
“And in two years you’ve never once acted on your curiosity?”
He shook his head. “I….” He swallowed and shifted slightly in his seat. “I thought about it a couple of times. Even went to a gay club once.”
“And?”
“I didn’t go in. Just stood outside watching all these guys going in, hugging each other, kissing and….” He shifted nervously again. “It just didn’t feel right. After that, I started talking to this dude on the Internet and thought about hooking up with him. Went as far as to chat on the phone and set up a date, but I chickened out at the last minute.”
“Why do I have a hard time believing that?”
“I’m serious. It’s not like I know a lot of gay guys or get the chance to meet them between school, football, friends, and my family. Besides, I haven’t really been attracted to anyone like I was that stripper. Well, not until now.”
I wasn’t sure if I was flattered or pissed off at his admission. Did it mean he was actually attracted to women and thought I looked like a woman? It was my turn to shift in my seat. His eyes were heavy on me, my pulse increasing. My breath must have increased too, since the windows in the car were fogged up. I wanted him, so did I really care how he saw me? Hadn’t I intentionally added a more feminine touch to attract him?
“I’m going to assume since you keep showing up, I’m the ‘until now’?”
He didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. I saw the answer in his eyes as he shifted and leaned across the car. I found myself meeting him halfway. The first press of lips was hesitant, cautious. It was as if he wasn’t sure he should be doing this, but then he licked at my bottom lip and the second I opened my mouth, all the hesitancy was gone. His hand went to the back of my head and pulled me toward him as his tongue plunged deep. A husky moan rumbled up out of him as I opened wide and let him explore and take the kiss where he needed it to go.
Lance had started out reluctant, but as the kiss went on, he became more aggressive, demanding. His hand tightened in my hair and forced my head to the side, and he continued to dominate my mouth. The clash of lips, teeth, and tongue was all-consuming, my toes curling, and shaft hardening in response.
I placed my hands on his shoulders, my fingers digging into the bulging muscles. Without warning, Lance released his hold on me and jerked back, eyes wide
We ate in silence for a couple of minutes. Lance’s table manners were not much better than at breakfast, and he shoved two slices into his mouth for each slice I ate. He’d also gotten us each a Coke and I washed down the last of my lunch before turning in my seat and facing him.
“Okay, so I take it back.”
“Take what back?”
“Not all jocks are meatheads. Lunch was great. What do I owe you?”
“Nothing. My treat.”
“I can’t—”
He waved me off. “I invited you. You can always get lunch next time.” He waggled his brows at me. “Or dinner.”
“Next time, huh?” I laughed. “Who said there would be a next time?”
“Well a guy can hope, can’t he?”
He turned in his seat to face me, back leaning against his door, as his eyes wandered from my face down my open coat to my lap. Each time we were together, Lance seemed to become a little bolder, like he was having the same difficulty I was hiding the attraction. When he reached my heeled boots, he licked his lips and his eyes were dark with desire—they really were dark this time and not just my vanity coloring them—when they once again met mine. “You look great.”
“For a guy who claims he’s never been with another guy, you sure seem comfortable checking one out.”
He shrugged.
“How old are you?”
He wasn’t expecting that question after his admission, as evidenced by the way he cocked his head and hesitated slightly. “Twenty-one. Why?”
“And you were nineteen when your buddies took you to the strip club?”
“Yes.”
“And in two years you’ve never once acted on your curiosity?”
He shook his head. “I….” He swallowed and shifted slightly in his seat. “I thought about it a couple of times. Even went to a gay club once.”
“And?”
“I didn’t go in. Just stood outside watching all these guys going in, hugging each other, kissing and….” He shifted nervously again. “It just didn’t feel right. After that, I started talking to this dude on the Internet and thought about hooking up with him. Went as far as to chat on the phone and set up a date, but I chickened out at the last minute.”
“Why do I have a hard time believing that?”
“I’m serious. It’s not like I know a lot of gay guys or get the chance to meet them between school, football, friends, and my family. Besides, I haven’t really been attracted to anyone like I was that stripper. Well, not until now.”
I wasn’t sure if I was flattered or pissed off at his admission. Did it mean he was actually attracted to women and thought I looked like a woman? It was my turn to shift in my seat. His eyes were heavy on me, my pulse increasing. My breath must have increased too, since the windows in the car were fogged up. I wanted him, so did I really care how he saw me? Hadn’t I intentionally added a more feminine touch to attract him?
“I’m going to assume since you keep showing up, I’m the ‘until now’?”
He didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. I saw the answer in his eyes as he shifted and leaned across the car. I found myself meeting him halfway. The first press of lips was hesitant, cautious. It was as if he wasn’t sure he should be doing this, but then he licked at my bottom lip and the second I opened my mouth, all the hesitancy was gone. His hand went to the back of my head and pulled me toward him as his tongue plunged deep. A husky moan rumbled up out of him as I opened wide and let him explore and take the kiss where he needed it to go.
Lance had started out reluctant, but as the kiss went on, he became more aggressive, demanding. His hand tightened in my hair and forced my head to the side, and he continued to dominate my mouth. The clash of lips, teeth, and tongue was all-consuming, my toes curling, and shaft hardening in response.
I placed my hands on his shoulders, my fingers digging into the bulging muscles. Without warning, Lance released his hold on me and jerked back, eyes wide
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