Fair Catch (Leighton U, #3)

by C.E. Ricci

To anyone still trying to figure out who they are: It’s okay not to know just yet. You’ve got your whole life to find the missing pieces.

Besides that, the only real thing I really know about him is he spends a lot of his time studying as a double major, and his current roommate is Quinton de Haas.

Quinto baby. I’ll always love you and I miss you 🥰

My nose wrinkles up. “Say the words sour puss again, and I’ll personally fly to Jersey to kick your ass.”

I already like him 😂

“I just don’t know how to do this. I really don’t have the best track record either, considering the last time I went to a party to meet a guy, Phoenix was with me, and the two of them ended up falling in love instead.”

That’s so sad actually 😅

As it turns out, getting Kason to blush is a lot more fun than throwing sarcastic digs ever was.

My sex drive doesn’t shift into gear until that connection forms, but once I get there, I’m pretty insatiable.”

I just know he’s a freak in the sheets

But a slow smirk pulls at his lips as he raises the beer the rest of the way to his mouth and finishes it off. Then he proceeds to floor me further by opening his mouth and saying the filthiest, most seductive thing I’ve ever heard. “And who says you’d be the one doing the fucking, there, Kase?”

God I love him 🤭

“After the stunt you pulled in the bathroom, anything is an improvement.” “Funny, considering you’re the one who was doing all the pulling that morning.”

But what I lack in knowledge about athletics I tend to make up for in moral support for the people I actually give a fuck about—which Kason has apparently become—and that’s gotta count for something.

Yet, somewhere in all the roomie dates to the arcade or binge watching horror movies into the early hours of the morning or helping him charm his way into the hearts of the queer male population, I started to care for him.

Become protective of him too, it seems.

Quinton came home with injuries far worse than this during his college career, and besides making sure I didn’t need to check on him for concussions, I never went out of my way to take care of him. I definitely didn’t wait on him hand and foot the way I am with Kason right now.

taking the living room from you.” “It’s fine, I don’t mind,” I tell him, and I’m surprised to find…it’s the truth. I don’t mind helping him. Or giving up the living room for the night. What the hell is going on?

😂😂

He smirks, his brow arching. “Careful there, Lancaster. I might think you like me or something if you’re asking to spend the whole weekend in my presence.” “Oh, shut up and make some room.”

But despite the closeness, eventually, my body relaxes back into the couch cushions, and Kason is able to lean against me in a way that’s comfortable to us both. As weird as it might be—the two of us sitting like this—I’d be a liar if I said it wasn’t sort of nice too.

Kason’s low chuckle reverberates against my arm, and it does something weird to my stomach. Makes it flip-flop like a damn fish out of water.

The slow burn is burning 🔥

And it wasn’t long before his whole family became mine. My chosen family, anyway. With them, it was the first time I’d ever truly felt wanted or loved or like I was worth something. Like I was safe.”

Wetting my lips, I murmur the only thing I can think to say. “Because you were finally being treated the way you deserved all along.”

It’s weird, considering the entire point of him going out on dates is so I could get some alone time at the apartment. But I dunno…it’s like the more time I actually spend trying to actively tolerate the guy—either working on homework, hitting the nickel arcade for some friendly competition, or watching whatever horror movie we decide on—the more I seem to not mind him being around.

More importantly, I should be enjoying this time I get to myself. It’s what I wanted all along, and was always the plan to make this truce work even better than it already is. So why can’t I let this go?

But then Madden reaches across the table, resting his hand on top of Kason’s while they laugh about something I can’t hear from this distance. And rather than seeing red, the most vibrant shade of green floods my vision.

Just like that, somehow I end up at the edge of their table, staring down at my roommate until he meets my gaze, doing a double take before his brows crash together in confusion.

My skin is on fire where his brushes mine, and I quickly swallow down the knot in my throat that’s appeared out of nowhere. What is going on with me right now?

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask the fool staring back. And more importantly, why the hell are you jealous?

AHHHHHHHHHHH

At the strong line of his jaw as tension ripples through it. The flare of anger in his vibrant, clover eyes. The freckles dotting his nose, spreading over his cheekbones. The piece of hair that’s dropped onto his forehead.

At all the things I never noticed before, yet are in vivid technicolor now.

He doesn’t get to finish his thought before my lips land on his.

OHMYGOD

The first brush is electric, sending bolts of lightning down my spine and through my extremities, and I’m instantly hooked. My hand wraps around the back of his neck, the other anchoring on his hip, and I haul his body against mine.

Every inch of my body presses into his, and I just…kiss him. And it feels good. Like some...

Taking charge, I flip our positions, kicking his feet apart and pinning him against the sink. I roll and grind my hips into him while flicking my tongue against his, our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity.

“You don’t get to crash my date, kiss the fucking daylights out of me in the bathroom while I’m still on said date, then run outta there like your ass was on fire and think a simple apology is enough of an explanation.”

“Not a single one of them is good enough for you, Kase.” I smile, fingers gripping his waist. “And you think you are?”

“I wanna try to be.” His forehead collides with mine. “For you, I wanna try. And that alone is…” “Insane?”

“Well, baby? You got what you wanted. Now, are you planning to stare or play with it?” If I thought Hayes was filthy when he was joking around, it’s got nothing on when he’s serious.

I’m all for talking this out, making sure we’re on the same page so things don’t get awkward or uncomfortable around here.

Shaking my head, I murmur, “Just taking in all the things I didn’t seem to appreciate before.”

The amount of desire I’m feeling is consuming, drowning me in a tidal wave of lust I don’t quite know how to navigate. Maybe because I’ve never felt it at this magnitude before.

“God, I wish we were at home. I want your mouth,” he whispers when he breaks the kiss, finally needing air. “I wanna feel it wrapped around me while I come down your throat.”

Reaching into the bottom where all the remaining butter has pooled together in a nice, little puddle, I gather some on my middle and index fingers as best I can and bring the dripping liquid to his rim.

Sir. 👁️👄👁️

I stare at him, half in shock, the other half in awe, while he nods again, giving me permission to…butter his asshole. The thought has me stifling a laugh as I lift my fingers to his crease, spreading the liquid over his rim.

👁️👄👁️

God, forget horror movies. Watching him come undone is my new favorite form of entertainment, especially when it’s because of me.

confirms when he shoots me a defeated look. “It’s just starting to feel like this massive waiting game, and in the end, I’ll

“It was like…I don’t know. Something just clicked inside me. Kinda like a puzzle piece or a lock snapping into place.”

“Is that not normal?” I whisper,

“No, baby. That’s not normal.”

“So you didn’t feel it?” There’s a beat before he clears his throat. “No, I felt it, too.”

“You don’t get to choose who you fall in love with. It just happens, and no amount of planning is gonna stop it.”

“You just gotta be open to changes in the plan.”

“Sure fucking does,” I reply, the words coming out clipped as I read the massive sign Q is holding for the entirety of the airport to see. Congratulations on your penile implant surgery, Hayes!

HAHAHA I love Quinton so freaking much

“With Oakley, though…I just saw how badly he hurt Q. It’s hard to see someone you care about be completely decimated by another person who claims to love them.