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Chapter 8

Gio's mom is the GOAT.

I am tucked up in Gio's childhood bed with a full tummy, dosed up on painkillers, and waiting for him to come out of his ensuite.

Shame I have to wear pajamas.

This day has been a whirlwind. I would have preferred to have ended up in Gio's bed a different way, but I'm not sad I'm here. I have social media and I know what booktok is. Those horny fuckers are obsessed with the one-bed trope. The characters always end up living happily ever after.

Mama Russo has basically guaranteed me marrying her son.

The sound of the door opening pulls me from my inner snugness, and I look up to Gio entering the room in…wait.

"Are there bumblebees wearing Santa hats on your jammies?" The look he gives me would make a lesser man cry. Unfortunately for him, it just makes him more attractive to me. He has a plain white tee, but the pants are covered in the Santa bees. "They are so fucking cute, Gio."

"Shut up, they're comfortable," he huffs and gets into his side of the bed. I'm not surprised that he has made sure there is a ten-foot gap between us. Okay, I'm exaggerating but it feels that big. "No touching. I don't want to wake up to you smothering me. I can feel you staring at me"

He's laying on his back looking at the ceiling, whereas I'm on my back head turned towards him.

As if I'd look at anything other than Gio.

"Who knows how long I'll get to spend in your bed? You bet your ass I'm going to stare at you. You're gorgeous."

He turns to me, eyes soft. "Tucker," he whispers. I hold my breath, waiting for his next words. Something in those beautiful brown eyes shutters, and I exhale.

"Goodnight," he says softly before turning away from me.

I am so fucking close to getting him to take that step. He's like a baby bird, except I can't throw him out of the nest. He has to jump on his own. I can certainly tempt him with my body and super fun personality, though. There is interest in his eyes. I saw it when I painted my dick, when he was in the medical room with me, and just now.

Gio likes having me in his bed. Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep down.

Maybe if I stay perfectly still and quiet, I can just stay here forever with Gio wrapped around me like a sexy squid. Who knew this man was such a cuddler? His legs are wrapped around my right one, his head is using one pec as a pillow, and his hand is resting on the other. His thumb gently grazing my nipple.

Of course, I'm rock hard.

How could I not be? I have a serious crush on this man and feeling his body heat, even through his adorable pajamas, is definitely a form of torture. If I knew national secrets, I'd be spilling all the tea right now.

I just wish Gio would give me a chance. He won"t even let me explain that I was never heartbroken. Henry and I were never going to be endgame. Hell, we were never going to last the semester. It was the cheating that knocked my self-esteem or ego or whatever. And I am not persuing Gio to replace the self-esteem that I lost. If I wanted to do that, I'd be hooking up with a jersey chaser. It is kind of cool that queer guys on the team get them too. Although maybe that term is offensive? I should ask Kait.

My point is, I like Gio, for Gio. He's so fucking perfect with his prickly snark, fuck off attitude, and heart the size of Texas.

Gio's body suddenly goes stiff. And not in a fun way that ends with mutual orgasms.

"Good morning," I say cheerfully. No way am I going to let him slink away and not recognize how good we feel together. "Did you sleep well? I slept great."

He looks up at me with those beautiful eyes and smirks at me. "I bet you did. Please tell me you don't have a wet dream I need to clean up?"

I lift the sheets up and look under them. My hard dick imprint is clearly visible in the athletic shorts I'm wearing. "Sadly, not. But if you want to give me a sponge bath, you don't need an excuse. I'm more than willing."

Gio gulps and finally detangles himself from me, getting out the bed so fast it's like someone has lit a fucking fire under his ass.

"How are you still thinking with your dick after your injury?" He huffs.

"Thinking about my dick helps me not think about the pain and losing my place in the starting lineup and then never making it to the NFL," I reply honestly.

The pain isn't a lot. I will definitely be able to play again in two weeks. I just hate that I'm going to miss a few practices. I don't think Coach will give Kipling my spot permanently, but you can never be a hundred percent certain about shit like this.

Gio's face softens. "Tucker, you're not going to lose your spot. You're going to-"

I guess I'll never know whatever it was Gio thought I was going to do because at that moment someone started banging on the door. Many someone's.

"What the fuck?" Gio opens the door to Luke and a guy I don't know but who looks familiar. "What was the banging about, and why are you here?"

"We all came to see how Tucker is and make sure you didn't murder him," Luke says cheerfully.

"Not me," the unknown guy says. "I came for breakfast, but your ma says no one can eat until the football guy is at the table."

He peers around Gio and obviously checks me out.

"No wonder you're still in bed, cuz. He is delicious."

"Fuck off, Dante." Gio spits out.

"Yeah, you're not gonna get anywhere there, man. Those two are hot for each other," Luke helpfully adds. "Just a heads up, there are about a dozen footballers, cheerleaders, and NHL hockey players in the dining room."

"Dante-"

"I only brought Zayne and Marcus," he says, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, we'll be out in five," Gio says, shutting the door behind him.

"Was that Dante Russo?" I ask. "And was he talking about Zayne Kerber and Marcus Landon?"

Gio rolls his eyes and starts getting undressed. Gone are the cute Christmas pjs as he puts on a gray t-shirt and black sweats. I try not to peek at his ass as he gets changed, but peripheral vision is a thing. My dick is already thinking about how it would feel to sink into his bubble butt, drain my dick dry, and then watch as he gets off taking my hole.

Fucking hell, I'm going to have a boner during breakfast if I don't get myself under control.

"How's your leg feeling? Do you need help getting dressed?"

"I do," I say hesitantly. "But I should warn you that my dick is rock hard right now" I know I talk a lot about wanting him, but I don't actually ever want to make him uncomfortable.

"It's fine. Pretty sure I can cope." He hands me a bottle of water from his nightstand and a couple of Tylenol, "Here, take these first."

I do as he says and then gingerly move my leg around so my feet dangle off the side of the bed. Gio grabs the waistband of my shorts. I can't help the quiet gasp as his fingers roughly brush against my skin. It feels extremely intimate.

He carefully pulls them down to my mid-thigh before he pauses, his gaze caught on my cock. Which is rapidly getting even harder under Gio's attention.

He is so close I can feel his breath ghost across my cockhead.

A rumble of laughter comes from downstairs and snaps him back to the present.

Fucking fuck.

"Do you want some - or should I grab - I mean what do you want to dress?"

I can't help grinning at Gio uncharacteristically stumbling over his words. I did that to him. Me and my cock. Good job fella, I mentally tell my penis.

"I'll just take some sweats and a t-shirt for now, thanks." No calling him out. Baby bird steps.

Gio quickly helps me get dressed, not before checking my cut, which he says looks like it's healing well. He helps me stand up, and I start to wobble. Gio leans in, grabbing my arms to steady me before I can lose my balance.

All of him is pressed up against all of me, and my still hard as fuck cock is pressed between the two of us just in case he needs a constant reminder of how into am I am.

His eyes zero in on my lips, tongue poking out and wetting his own. I wonder if he's thinking all the dirty things I could do with my mouth. I stay stock still, not wanting to do anything to ruin this moment because I'm pretty sure that Giovanni Russo is about to kiss me.

I so want him to kiss me.

Closer and closer he comes, as if he's in a trance and my lips have got hypnotic powers. Giovanni is the one I've snared. I can see all the different shades of brown that make up his beautiful eye color. The scent of his cinnamon body wash invades my senses. I want to always be able to smell him

Finally, his lips touch mine. And for one brief and glorious moment, all is right with my world. Barely a second passes before he rips them, and himself, away.

"Seriously, how long does it take you two to get dressed? I'm wasting away here," Dante shouts at the door with a bang.

Ignoring him, I gaze at Gio, who is currently scowling at me, "You kissed me I say with a grin."

"Barely. It was a moment of madness." Oooh, I get a sexy little eye roll as well as the scowl. That's impressive.

Stubborn little fucker

"Let's just go have breakfast," Gio is opening the door and out of the room like I lit his ass on fire.

He may think that this is over, but we are 100% going to talk about this later. He wants me. I know he wants me. He just has to get over this stupid hang-up he has of me being on a rebound.

I will prove it to him that he is the one I want.

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