Chapter 2

Chapter2

West

“See?” I say as we settle into bed for the night. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Shane rolls his eyes as he whips off his shirt and tosses it into the corner. My gaze trails down his body, taking in the way his muscles move as he changes into pajama pants.

“It could have been worse,” I say, leaning back against the pillows and headboard. My cock twitches in my pants as I eye Shane. “It could have been a lot worse.”

He shrugs. “I was expecting your father to question your decision to play football again, but I thought he would have used a bit more tact about it.”

I run a hand through my hair, thinking about my father. He still doesn’t think it’s a good idea for me to get involved with football again. Though he says he wants me to be happy, I know his idea of happiness comes in the form of academia.

Not mine. For me, happiness is Shane. Then football.

“Come here,” I say, patting the spot on the bed beside me.

Shane sits down, stretching his legs out in front of him. He clasps his hands behind his head and sighs. As his eyes close, I wonder what’s going through his mind. He’s been to breakfasts with my family. He sits in on the doctor’s appointments with me and my parents, listening to the way my father talks about my hemochromatosis.

Through it all, he holds his tongue and keeps his opinions to himself.

At least until we get to the car after those breakfasts and appointments. Then he has something to say about my father, usually making the driver scoff or chuckle. Shane only ever makes one comment before keeping the rest to himself.

Even though he and my father are polar opposites, both of them are making an effort to get along for me.

“You look like you’ve had a long day,” I say, moving to straddle his lap.

I feel his cock hardening beneath me as he opens his eyes. My own cock is tenting my pants as I run my hands up and down his chest.

“Is it a good idea to do this?” Shane asks, glancing at the door. “Your parents are here and so are your brother and sister.”

“All the bedrooms are in different wings of the house for this very reason,” I say, grinding slowly against him. His breath hitches as I lower my mouth to his neck, sucking the skin hard.

Shane groans, one hand weaving through my hair and holding my head to his neck while the other dips into my pants and wraps around my cock. My hips rock as I push myself into his grip, groaning when his thumb glides over the head.

“Fuck,” he hisses as I grind harder against him. “Are you sure you feel good enough for this?”

“Shut up,” I say, sliding my way down his body. “Let me make you feel good.”

My tongue circles one nipple then the other, my cock hardening as he moans. I trace my tongue along the muscles of his stomach while he lifts his hips, allowing me to pull his pants off. I toss them onto the floor, excitement pooling in my stomach and my cock leaking as his springs free.

Shane’s hands run over my shoulders, his fingers digging into my muscles. I kneel between his legs, looking down at him as he continues down my body, gripping my cock again and stroking it hard. I groan, my head falling back as he moves faster, working me closer to release.

Just when I feel like I’m about to fall over the edge, I pull my cock from his hand.

“Not yet,” I say, better positioning myself between his legs. “I’m going to suck your cock until you’re begging me to let you come, but you’re not allowed to touch me.”

Shane raises an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. This is the most forward I’ve been with him, and it feels good. Exciting. I’m in control of the situation and I’m going to drive him as crazy as he drives me.

“No touching,” I say, my tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock. “Or else I’ll jerk off and leave you with blue balls.”

He chuckles and shifts down the bed slightly before clasping his hands behind his head. “No touching.”

“Good.”

I lick the head of his cock again before trailing my tongue down the underside. Shane moans as I suck on his balls, pulling them into my mouth and running my tongue along the seam. As I suck on them, I run a finger along his hole, teasing him as he writhes slightly beneath me.

“Fucking put my cock in your mouth,” he says as I drag my tongue over his balls. “Suck me.”

“Not yet,” I say, still circling his asshole with one finger. As his hips thrust upward, I reach for my bedside table and pull out the lube.

Shane shudders as I squirt it onto his hole, massaging one finger inside him. As he clenches around my finger, I take his cock in my mouth, teasing the head with my tongue before swallowing him deep.

His hips thrust upward as I thrust in and out of him while sucking his cock. When I moan around his length, he rocks his hips harder, driving himself to the back of my throat. As I add a second finger, he groans, and I graze my teeth along his cock.

“If you keep that up, I’m not going to last long enough to fuck you,” he says through gritted teeth.

I glance up at him, smirking around his shaft as he stares at me with lust-filled eyes. I take him deeper into my mouth, my fingers thrusting hard inside of him. Shane’s cock throbs in my mouth as he reaches his release. I swallow quickly as I pull my fingers out and smack his hip lightly.

Shane rolls over and gets onto all fours, his back arching as I grab the lube from where it fell to the sheets and pour some over my cock. I stroke myself, rubbing the lube up and down my length before I line myself up with his hole.

As I push myself inside Shane, I feel him clenching around me. Our combined moans fill the room as I roll my hips, driving myself deeper. He meets me thrust for thrust, clenching around me as my cock starts to throb.

I grip his hips, slowing down the pace. I want this moment to last for as long as possible, but I know I’m on the edge. Shane knows it too. He drops down to his forearms on the bed, changing the angle, and I lose all control.

As I thrust into him faster, the bed hits the wall. I don’t care about the thumping sound. All I care about is finishing.

“Fuck yes,” Shane groans, pushing himself back onto me as I give a final thrust.

When I pull out, my energy gone and my body aching, Shane looks over his shoulder at me with a grin.

“Shower time?” he asks.

I laugh, knowing damn well that once we’re clean it won’t last long.

* * *

My family is sittingaround the kitchen island when I walk downstairs the next morning. The aroma of coffee is wafting through the house as our private chef prepares waffles for breakfast. My mouth is watering as I sit down on one of the empty stools.

“Morning,” Mom says as she smiles and cups her mug. “How was your first night?”

“It was good. I’m a little tired from the travel still, but that’s nothing new. Apparently the fatigue sticks around for a while.”

Laurie snorts. “Yeah, sure. That’s why you’re tired.”

Dad clears his throat as Thomas cackles. I narrow my eyes at my siblings as the chef puts a mug of coffee in front of me. I reach for the sugar and milk, dumping both into the black liquid.

“Why don’t you mind your own business about why I’m tired?” I say with a smile as Thomas shakes his head.

Dad’s face turns a bright red and Mom looks down at her coffee. The room goes silent as Shane walks in, Laurie and I exchanging a look before we both burst out laughing.

“Alright,” Shane says as he walks around the island and grabs an empty mug from the counter, filling it himself before taking a sip. “I can see I’m going to be the butt of the joke today.”

Laurie’s eyes nearly bulge out of her head as she sputters, her mouthful of coffee spraying all over the island.

Shane looks between us, confusion clear on his face as his eyebrows pull together. “Did I miss something?”

“Don’t worry about it,” I say as Laurie smirks over the rim of her mug. “I’ll tell you later.”

Shane nods and sits down beside me, his mouth in a thin line. I grin and reach over to squeeze his thigh.

“Don’t worry about them,” I say, rubbing my thumb in a slow circle on his leg. “Laurie is just jealous that she isn’t getting any.”

“Alright,” Dad says, his tone sharp. “That’s enough of that. I don’t want to hear it and neither does your mother.”

Shane tenses, his grip tightening on his mug. Thankfully, food is placed in front of everyone quickly. My family is distracted with the waffles as they eat. The only sound that fills the room is the sound of forks and knives scraping against plates.

“So,” Mom asks as we finish eating, “what are you two doing today? Don’t forget that the Christmas movies in the theater start at seven.”

“I was thinking we could go for a sleigh ride, as long as the horses are ready,” I say, looking at my dad.

Dad shrugs. “I don’t see why they shouldn’t be. It’s been a few days since they’ve run the sleigh. Just call ahead to the stable and they’ll get them ready for you.”

Shane is tense beside me, and his knuckles are nearly white from the grip he has on his coffee mug. His mouth is pressed together in a thin line again and his gaze keeps flitting around the room like he doesn’t know what to focus on.

“Thanks,” I say, standing up with my cup of coffee and running my hand along Shane’s shoulder. “I’ll give them a call before we head down.”

Shane follows me out of the room and back to my bedroom, still with a death grip on his coffee.

As soon as the door is closed behind us, he puts his cup down on my dresser and crosses his arms.

“This can’t be real,” he says, something close to disgust in his voice. “We’ll go for a sleigh ride, just have to call down to the stables first?”

“Okay,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose as a headache starts to probe the corners of my mind. “What’s the problem?”

Shane shakes his head, his mouth opening and closing several times. He looks around at my room and for a moment, I try to figure out what’s going through his mind. Then he sighs.

“Nothing, I guess. Nothing important at least.”

I cross the distance between us and reach up to cup his jaw. “There’s something bothering you. You know you can tell me anything.”

Shane sighs, his eyes closing as he leans slightly into my touch. After a moment, he pulls away and shakes his head, walking toward the ensuite bathroom. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just me.”

He closes the door behind him and even though he says not to, I can’t help but worry.