Текст книги "Games Frat Boys Play "

Автор книги: Todd Gregory

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Chapter 14

Ifelt incredible as I walked out to my car.

I happily waved at the brothers playing basketball, a big grin on my face. The ones who didn’t return my wave just stared at me. I felt like I could read their minds. Why is he so happy? Doesn’t he know he faces expulsion from the brotherhood on Monday? That just made me laugh out loud as I started up my car.

Poor, stupid fools. Did they really think they could beat me?

I drove out of the parking lot, but rather than driving home I turned left on Shaw Avenue and headed out to Avignon. Dante was the only loose thread left, and since he wouldn’t take my calls or answer my texts, he left me no alternative but to go over and hash it all out in person.

He was out in the driveway washing his car when I pulled up. He looked amazing, as always. He was wearing a pair of white cotton workout shorts that were damp with sweat in the back, and beads of water glistened in the late evening sun on his amazing torso. Stubbled hair made his chest look like it had been tinted bluish. In spite of myself, I could feel myself getting aroused.

Don’t get distracted. Remain on point and stay focused.

He frowned as I got out of my car and turned the nozzle on the hose off before tossing it into the grass. “I don’t want to talk to you, Jordy.”

“You’ve made that clear,” I replied as I walked up the driveway. “But you left me no choice. You could have had the decency to answer my texts or call me back.”

He turned his back to me and picked up a sponge out of the bucket of soapy water. He started wiping at the front hood of the car, lathering it up. When he leaned forward, the shorts rode down a little bit, exposing the top of his butt crack and some white cheek. He really did have a phenomenal ass. “You’re a fine one to talk about decency.”

I picked up another sopping sponge and walked around to the other side of the car. I slopped some suds onto the hood and started scrubbing. “So, Chad did send you the video,” I said. “And that was all it took?”

“You had sex in a public place with someone,” he replied, not looking at me. “I thought I meant something to you.”

“That video was taken before our date—the day before, in fact.” I rolled my eyes. “When I was with Jay I had no idea you were even going to ask me out. I didn’t realize you were looking for a virgin—especially since you’d already dated Chad.” I laughed. “Unless of course you thought Chad was a virgin—but surely you’re not that naive.”

He stopped what he was doing and looked at me. “It was before?”

“I swear to you, Dante, it was on Wednesday afternoon.” I held up my right hand toward the sky. “I swear on my mother’s life.”

“Oh.” He looked confused. “But Chad said . . .” He threw his sponge down into the bucket. “I’m an idiot. Chad was trying to cause trouble.” He walked around the car and pulled me into a sloppy wet hug. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re getting me wet.” I laughed, pushing against his chest. “But there’s something else we need to talk about. Well, a lot we need to talk about.”

“Okay—just let me hose the car down and we can go to the sanctuary.” He kissed my cheek and walked back to the hose. Before I knew what he was doing, he’d turned it on and aimed it at me.

“HEY!” I ducked down behind the car. I was completely soaked. “Damn it, Dante!”

I heard him laughing, and I moved away from the car as he started rinsing the suds off, but I didn’t stand up again until he’d turned the hose off. When I stood up, he winked at me. “You look good wet.”

“You always look good, wet or dry,” I replied, following him into the house and then heading out to the backyard. He came out with two towels slung over his shoulders, a bottle of wine in one hand, and two glasses in the other. He put the wine and glasses down and tossed me one of the towels.

“Get out of those wet clothes,” he said, wiping his own chest and arms down with his own towel.

I kicked off my wet shoes, pulled off the socks, and undressed until I was standing there in just my underwear, which was damp. I laid my clothes out in the sun and wiped myself down with the towel before wrapping it around my waist and sitting down. I took the glass of wine he held out to me and took a sip. “Good wine,” I said, setting it down on the table. “I love that it’s so peaceful back here.”

“I guess I owe you an apology,” Dante replied. He reached across the table and grabbed my hands. “You know, the other night when you were here, I felt like we connected, like it was something special. Even with my long-term boyfriend, Cade, the sex wasn’t like that. That was, I don’t know, that was more than sex to me. I thought you felt it, too.”

“I’m not a saint, Dante,” I said. “I’ve been with other guys, but you’re right. It was never like that before. Every other time, it was—don’t get me wrong, it was always fun—but it wasn’t, I don’t know, I didn’t feel connected to the other person. It was just sex. The other night, I felt like we made love.” I cringed inwardly. I’d always thought that phrase was stupid, and it still sounded stupid to me, but it was the only thing I could think of to describe how I’d felt. “It was like we connected.”

“That’s why I was so hurt when I saw that video.” He shook his head. “And Chad said it was shot Friday afternoon. It was like being punched in the face, Jordy. It was a horrible feeling. I just wanted to hide out here and avoid the world.”

“I’m not going to lie to you,” I went on. “I did have sex with someone else on Friday night.”

“Okay.” He looked at me, and I winced when I saw the hurt in his eyes. “How could you do that, after Thursday night?”

“I’m not a saint, Dante, like I said, and if that’s what you’re looking for, then I’m not the guy for you.” I took a deep breath. “I like you, I like you a lot. I think I could fall in love with you—and not just because you have one of the most flawless bodies I’ve ever seen.” He grinned at this. “You’re a nice guy.” I gestured around the backyard. “I mean, this tells me so much about you. Only someone truly special would create this much magic in one space. All day today, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to escape over here and hide. It’s so peaceful and serene, and that’s what I need in my life. But we barely know each other. I’m not opposed to getting to know you better.”

“I’d like that, too,” he said softly.

“But if we’re going to do this, we have to do it right.” I took another drink of the wine. “We have to be honest with each other. And I don’t ever want to have to lie to you. I want to know that I can tell you the truth without you deciding to give up.”

He nodded. “As long as we’re honest with each other, I can deal with it.” He touched my hand. “That was the problem with my ex. He cheated on me.” He shrugged, his eyes getting wet. “After it was all over, I realized it wasn’t so much the cheating that bothered me, it was the lying. He never told me—I had to find out from someone else.” He sighed. “I guess that’s why I reacted the way I did to the video. It was like I was going through the same thing all over again, and it was a horrible feeling, one I don’t ever want to go through again.”

“I’ll never lie to you, Dante.” I closed my eyes. “And please don’t ever lie to me. I think I can deal with anything else, but I can’t deal with lying. Lying breaks trust, and it’s hard to trust again when someone has broken that trust.”

“I agree.” He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it.

“I slept with Brandon Friday night,” I said softly. “He came over because I was supposed to help him with his term paper, remember? But he didn’t want my help, really—he wanted me to give him a paper on the same subject I’d written in high school. And I guess he decided if he seduced me I’d give it to him.” I shook my head. “And I fell for it, of course. I’m not used to having hot guys want me. He used me to get my paper.”

“And you wanted to come over here and be with me after?”

“Being with Brandon made me understand how special what we have is, Dante,” I insisted. “When I was with him, I realized what was missing from all of my sexual experiences. It was just sex—like it was with everyone else. And I don’t want just sex. It’s not enough for me anymore.”

“Well.” He sighed, and my heart skipped a beat. “I know what you mean, Jordy. When you texted me about coming over, I was on my way to Fusions. I’d seen the video, and I was hurt and angry . . . but the later it got, the angrier I got. I decided to go to Fusions, and I met someone and went home with him. And it wasn’t the same. It was—unsatisfying. And when I came back home, I cried.” He laughed. “I actually cried. Because I thought what we had was lost, and I didn’t want it to be over. But I couldn’t . . . couldn’t forget what Cade had done to me, and I couldn’t go through it again.”

He touched my hand again. “Jordy, if we’re going to try to make this work, I don’t want either of us to see anyone else. Not if we’re going to make a go of this. I know that’s a lot to ask, but do you think you can do it?”

I nodded. “Yes, I think I can. I can’t promise I won’t fuck up, but I promise I’ll try. And if I do fuck up, I promise to tell you about it. You won’t ever have to hear about it from someone else. And you have to promise me if you fuck up, you’ll tell me.”

“I can do that.” Once again he lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it. “You want to go sit in the hot tub?”

“I don’t have a suit.”

“You don’t need one.” He winked at me, standing up.

I took my glass and followed him over to where the hot tub was bubbling. Strands of steam rose from the water as the sun began setting in the west behind the mountains. I put my glass down and slid my underwear off before stepping into the hot water. I gasped at first, and then slowly settled down onto the ledge. I looked up to see Dante smiling at me. The sun was behind him, and he looked like a muscular giant blocking it out. He slid his shorts and underwear off and slipped into the water, sliding along the ledge next to me until our legs were touching. He refilled my wineglass and set the bottle down. He slid his arm around me, and I nestled my head down on his muscular shoulder.

“I also need to tell you what’s going on,” I said. His arm felt wonderful around me. I felt safe there, and I never wanted that feeling to end. “Chad sent that video to everyone at the house. The guy in the steam room with me was my personal trainer, and that was the steam room at my gym. My trainer was fired.”

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “What a shitty thing to do!”

“Oh, it’s all okay.” I laughed. “I had my financial adviser buy the gym today. I went in and fired the bitch manager, and I’m actually going to hire Jay to run the place. Jay’s my trainer.”

“You bought the gym?”

“Yeah. I mean, it was the least I could do,” I explained. “It was my fault. Chad was trying to get to me, and poor Jay got caught in the crossfire.”

He kissed the top of my head. “That was really sweet of you, and I get why you did it, but that’s not what I was asking. Where did you get the money to buy a gym?”

I pushed away from him and stared into his eyes. “You honestly don’t know? Chad didn’t tell you?” I started laughing. He didn’t know. He liked me for me. I felt my eyes filling with tears. My breath caught in a sob.

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry!” He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry, what did I say? Don’t cry, baby.” He kissed the tears falling down my cheek.

“I’m crying because I’m happy.” I started laughing, and almost choked. “Seriously, you don’t know?”

“Don’t know what?” He smiled at me. “What’s the big secret?”

I put my head down on his chest. “I’m rich, Dante—filthy, stinking rich.” I wiped at my eyes. “I’m so used to being judged for it . . . people either like me for it or hate me for it. I have a trust fund worth, oh, I don’t know, a hundred or so million dollars. My parents are worth close to seven hundred million dollars, give or take.”

“Wow.” He grinned at me. “You mean I’ve landed an heiress?”

“Yeah, you’ve landed an heiress.” I grinned back.

“Well, I don’t care about the money.” He kissed my forehead. “All I care about is you.”

I struggled to keep from crying again.

This was what I’d been missing my entire life. Sure, my parents loved me. Maybe their staff did, too. But never had someone else, outside of my family and the people on their payroll, cared about me and loved me. I could feel my heart swelling until it felt like it was ready to burst. I threw my arms around him and kissed him.

“Hey now, hey now!” Dante whispered. “Shhh, baby.”

I wiped at my eyes again and smiled at him. “Anyway, some of the brothers filed a complaint about my ‘conduct’ with the Executive Council and demanded a hearing on whether or not I should be expelled from the brotherhood.”

“Seriously?” He shook his head. “That’s nuts.”

“I think that was what Chad was after all along.” I shrugged. “He pretended to be my friend, but he’s always hated me. I don’t know why—”

“He’s jealous,” Dante replied. “Trust me. There’s something broken inside of him. Everyone likes you, Jordy– from the minute they meet you. You just have such a good spirit and such positive energy, you attract people to you. And you’ve got such an adorable face”—he kissed the tip of my nose—“and the way you smile, your whole face just lights up, so it makes people want to make you smile. You’re funny and smart, and apparently richer than God. Of course he’s jealous.”

“I never thought of it that way.”

“You’re so damned hard on yourself.” He smiled at me. “Like all that stuff about how ugly and fat you used to be. You were neither, do you know that? You just convinced yourself that you were.”

“Oh, please.” I grinned at him. “Like you would have looked at me twice back then.”

“Not everyone is as shallow as Chad.” He got up out of the water and wrapped a towel around himself. “I’ll be right back.”

I watched him as he walked into the house, then looked up at the sky. The sun was down now, and the sky was clear and full of stars. “Thank you, universe,” I said to the sky. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life.” I took a sip of wine and slid down until I was completely submerged in the hot water except for my head. The bubbling water felt amazing. It was like all the tension in my body was gone, and I never wanted to get out of the hot tub. For that matter, I just wanted to stay in Dante’s backyard forever. While I was back there, it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

This must have been what it felt like in the Garden of Eden, I thought as the sliding glass door to Dante’s bedroom opened and closed again.

“Take a look at this.” Dante knelt down beside the hot tub, a framed photograph in his hand.

I slid up and took the picture, and did a double take. “Is—is this Cade?” I gulped.

The photograph was of Dante and another guy. Both were wearing jeans, with their shirts off, with their arms around each other, smiling into the camera. Dante looked gorgeous, as always. But the other guy—well, he had a great smile. But his torso was covered in hair, and his stomach hung over his pants. He had no muscle tone at all, and his arms were skinny. And yes, there was that great smile, but his face was nothing to write home about.

He took the picture from me and stared at it. “Yes, that’s me and Cade at Gay Pride in San Francisco two years ago—right before we broke up.” He put the picture down and slid back into the water. “When I first met Cade, I was blown away by what a great smile he had. He had this amazing energy; he was just so nice to be around. I just felt better whenever he was around, you know?” He shrugged. “My friends couldn’t believe it when I started dating him. He was a good person.”

“But he cheated on you.” I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. “I can’t believe he cheated on you. But then I can’t believe anyone would.”

“Looks don’t matter to me—they never really have,” he answered.

“Thanks,” I joked.

He laughed. “Well, looks matter when you want to find someone to fuck, sure. But for a relationship—who the person is matters more. I mean, a really nice guy who’s out of shape can always get into shape, but an asshole is always an asshole.” He leaned over and kissed me. “I was attracted to you the moment I met you the first time—at that party at the fraternity Chad brought me to. I could sense your energy—and that smile! Oh, that gorgeous smile.” He placed his hand on my leg under the water. “That night I asked you out for coffee, I really didn’t care if Chad was going to break up with me or not. I’d already decided I wasn’t interested in him. I just wanted to get to know you a little better, see if I was right about you. That night when I showed up at Fusions—I was looking for you.”

“Wait a minute,” I interrupted. “I thought Chad broke up with you.”

“No.” He made a face. “I broke up with him the day after we went out for coffee.”

And the last piece fell into place.

That was why Chad turned on me so viciously. He’d always been mean—to me and about me—but he must have really cared about Dante. Somehow, he sensed Dante was interested in me.

He blamed me. Because, of course, it couldn’t have been Chad’s fault Dante lost interest in him. It had to be my fault. I tried to break them up. I must have said something to Dante at coffee that made Dante dump him.

Well, I thought, understanding why he acted the way he did doesn’t justify why he did what he did.

If he couldn’t have Dante, he wasn’t about to let me have him. It was funny—I’d thought about it, wanted to do something to break them up, but not because I wanted Dante. But I hadn’t done anything except be myself, and Dante liked that better than Chad.

Scratch that—it wasn’t funny. It was actually kind of sad.

“So, all that stuff about him breaking up with you at Starbucks, that was all just a ploy?”

“Guilty as charged.” His hand moved up my leg.

“Tsk, tsk. I feel so, I don’t know, used.” I started laughing, but stopped when his hand snaked over into my crotch. “Don’t be starting something you aren’t going to finish.”

“Oh, I intend on finishing.”

I closed my eyes as his hand closed around my stiffening cock. It felt good.

“So what are you going to do about the fraternity?” he asked me, startling me out of my reverie.

“I haven’t really made up my mind,” I replied. “I mean, they’re not going to throw me out. I’m not about to let that happen. If I leave Beta Kappa, it’ll be my choice, not Chad and his friends’.” I grinned. “The Exec Council has a big surprise in store for them when we have our little meeting tomorrow. Chad’s failed—there will be no hearing. But whether or not I stay in the house—I haven’t really decided yet.”

He let go of my cock. “What are you going to tell them?”

“You sure you want to know?”

He nodded, and I told him. When I finished, he whistled. “Damn. Boy, you play hardball.”

“Do you still think I’m a good person?” I tilted my head.

“Yeah.” He pulled me in close and kissed me again. “I do. What they’re doing is bullshit, and I think it’s great you’re not only standing up to them but giving it back to them, too. Fuck them.” He winked. “And fuck them hard. Metaphorically, of course.”

“Thanks.” I touched his face. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Dante.”

“I sure hope so.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Because I sure am falling in love with you.”

“Do you mind if we get out now?” I held up my hand. “I’m starting to prune.” I sighed and looked back up at the stars. “It’s such a beautiful night.”

Dante got out of the water and held his hand out to me. I took it and climbed out of the water. “Any night with you is a beautiful night,” he whispered, pulling me into him. He put his arms around me and squeezed me tight, lifting me off the ground and spinning me around. “Jordy, I’m so happy. You make me so happy.”

He took my towel and started rubbing my head, moving down to towel off my entire body. His hands were gentle, and it felt so good I didn’t want him to stop. He picked up his own towel and wiped himself down. He poured the rest of the wine into our glasses and tossed the empty bottle into a recycling bin. “Come on inside,” he whispered, beckoning me to follow him as he slid open the glass door to his bedroom. I grinned and followed him into the bedroom. “Get into the bed,” he whispered.

I obeyed, still watching him. I slid into the bed and pulled the covers over me. The sheets felt incredibly soft and silky against my skin. “Lie back and look up at the ceiling,” he instructed.

“Okay, but I’d rather watch you,” I replied. I put my head back on the pillow and looked up at the ceiling. He flipped a switch and the ceiling panels began to move. As I watched, they folded back, exposing a ceiling made of glass, and the stars spread out above me. “Oh, wow.”

He slid into the bed next to me, slipping his left arm under my head and resting his hand on my left shoulder. “What do you think?” he whispered.

“Wow,” I said again. “That’s amazing.”

“I always loved the night sky, and I thought it would be cool to make love under the stars.” He rested his head against mine. “I haven’t opened it up since Cade left.”

“You never opened it for Chad?” I teased.

“I never had sex with Chad in here.” He shrugged. “We fucked in the living room. I only let special people into my bed.”

“But—” I started to say, you had sex with me in here the first night, but realized what that meant and couldn’t finish. I felt tears coming to my eyes again. I muffled a sob.

“Shhh, baby, don’t cry.” He kissed the top of my head. “I told you, I knew when I first saw you. That’s the one, I thought, and it was just a matter of time till it happened, you know? I knew someday you’d live here with me, and every night we’d go to sleep under the stars, in each other’s arms.”

What?

“Um, Dante—”

“Shhh.” He laughed, kissing the top of my head again. “I know it’s too soon to talk about you moving in here, but someday, I hope you will. Just being around you, Jordy, makes me happy. I feel—this is going to sound cheesy, so don’t you dare laugh at me—but I feel somehow whole when I’m with you, in a way I haven’t since Cade left.”

I could feel the tears rising again. “Dante—” I rolled away from him, my back to him, and stared at the wall. I started to cry softly into my pillow.

He rolled over to me. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I’m not going to be here!” I burst out. “I’m only going to be here for two years. I’m going to Harvard after the next school year.”

He started kissing my neck. “Jordy, shhh. That’s okay, it’s okay, baby, don’t cry, please, I hate seeing you cry.”

I turned back over, wiping at my tears. “I . . .”

“We’ll worry about that when the time comes.” He nuzzled my neck. “In the meantime, all it means is we have to enjoy every moment we have together, okay?” His warm hand drifted down to my crotch, and he put it on my cock, which was already stiffening.

In that moment, I was ready to say, to hell with Harvard, to hell with everything, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, being with you in this incredible bed under the stars. But he was kissing my neck and I was getting aroused, turned on, as his hand worked my cock while his tongue traced circles on my neck.

Oh, my God, it felt so good.

He moved down to my chest, toying with and teasing my nipples with his tongue. My back arched, and I started moaning. I couldn’t help it—it felt so amazing. His body was right there, so I started stroking his back, his broad hard muscular back, and his mouth moved down my torso, his tongue snaking in and out of my navel.

“Oh, God, oh, God,” I moaned, as his other hand slid under me and one of his fingers started flicking my asshole.

“I know you prefer to top,” he whispered, “but I really want to be inside of you.”

I swallowed, my breath coming almost too rapidly for me to speak. “I’ve never done that before,” I whispered back, “but you can if you want to.”

There was nothing I’d refuse him.

He moved until he was on top of me, all of his weight on me, but I didn’t care, he didn’t feel heavy, he felt wonderful, and his cock was grinding against mine, and I wrapped my legs around him. Our mouths came together, and he bit my lower lip gently, and I was ready to scream, it all felt so good, it all felt so right—and he was squirting lube into his hand, and then one of his fingers entered me—and there was a sharp pain that made me stiffen, but he whispered, “Relax, baby,” and his finger slid into me, and maneuvered, and I bit my lip not to scream but not because it hurt but because it felt amazing, it felt like he was opening me, and then his thick cock was pressing against me, and I opened, relaxing, and he slid in, ever so slowly, and I could barely breathe, it hurt but it felt good at the same time, and he went in a little more, and I arched up into him, and he kept whispering, I love you I love you I love you, over and over again, and then I needed him inside of me, I needed to feel him all the way inside, and he went in all the way, and it was all I could do not to scream, it was amazing, I’d never ever felt anything like it before, and I was loving it, I loved it, I loved him, and I wanted him and I loved him and he was moving faster and faster against me, and his eyes were closing, and I could feel my cum starting to rise, but I didn’t want to come, I wanted him to fuck me and fuck me and never stop, I wanted him inside of me always—

–and I screamed as I came, my entire body convulsing, I couldn’t stop and I couldn’t catch my breath, and my cum was raining down on me, and I could see the stars above me—

–and then he was rigid, moaning and shaking as he came.

He leaned down and kissed me softly on my lips, and I moaned a bit as he pulled out.

He pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash, and started wiping me down with one of the towels we had outside, and he was wiping himself off, and he fell down onto the bed next to me.

“I love you, Dante,” I whispered, because that was all the noise I had strength enough to make.

“I love you, Jordy.” He kissed my cheek and wrapped his arms around me again.

I turned my back to him, cuddling back up against him.

And fell asleep, safe in his arms, where I wanted to be forever.