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Colton heard Wes’s engine knocking for three blocks,
Sheesh
In his box. Of course, this man would have his own executive suite. They started at $50,000 per season.
Holy cow
His mom did that once: came up for the weekend and stayed at a winery outside of town. She spent more time there than visiting campus. Or him.
So she's trash. Got it
I’m so exhausted, Justin texted. I can barely even type.
Even my hair is tired. Justin, again.
LOL
Nick grinned, and it was like an arrow going right through Colton. That effortless care, that kind regard. It was so easy for Nick to be awesome,
a man who took time to care for one of his son’s friends, someone who hadn’t known how much of a jigsaw puzzle full of holes he was until Nick arrived to trace all his missing pieces.
Say no. Go home and stare at the walls. Toughen the fuck up. Like Wes. He’s tougher than you’ll ever be.
You ever get tired of slinging cell phones and mobile networks, you come work with me. You could sell Jesus to the pope.”
Tuxedo-clad waiters took their suit jackets as they walked in,
They were escorted to a huge private dining room,
Appetizers appeared without anyone ordering.
“You’ll find someone who knocks your socks off. It will be like a freight train slamming right into you. Bam!”
“The day I met my wife, I thought I had been shot.
It’s just my heart stopped and I coul...
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Nick’s private mobile networks, which he’d helped invent,
“But Justin will always be my little boy.”
Awww
Nick was the worst possible man in the world for him to have fallen for. Not only was there no chance, there wasn’t even a sliver of hope. Nick was straight. Nick was older and more experienced than him. More refined. Nick had the world in the palm of his hand.
I want to be your quarterback for the rest of my days.
Awww
He berated himself daily. Hourly, sometimes, when he caught himself peeking into Nick’s open office to watch him working at his desk. Stupid. You’re so stupid. How’d you fall for him? Stop wanting a man.
Sometimes he cried. Cried boiling, frustrated tears, furious at himself for falling for someone impossible.
He cried, too, when his dreams woke him and it hurt so fucking much because everything he’d been feeling in his dream world was wonderful, so fucking perfect that he couldn’t breathe, and he was happy—
He’d grip his armrest in one hand and tap the end of a pen against his lips with the other. Colton had counted the pen taps one day. One hundred and seventeen.
Kimbrough nodded, but his intense, weather-worn eyes seemed to see everything, including what wasn’t on the surface, when he gazed at Colton.
Colton squeezed his eyes closed and buried his face back in his pillow. No. No, that’s not what Nick was supposed to look like the morning after.
Who looked at what had been maybe the best night of your life and acted like it was the worst night ever for him.
He was astonishingly good looking, with strong features, a defined face, bright eyes. His smile could power an electric plant. His body was a work of art, sculpted muscles and a tight physicality that screamed of his dedication to athletics and to football.
“I fucked everything up, didn’t I?”
Please don’t make me cry
He invited Colton to come with him on these trips not only because he wanted Colton to have the work experience, but because he’d been greedy and he wanted Colton around.
When Colton was around, he was the Nick he was when he was alone, when no one was watching. The real Nick. And Colton seemed to like that guy.
He wasn’t gay, but he was attracted to Colton. As a person, as a human being, as a man. As a partner. As a potential lover, even.
Colton was more than his age, but that would be all some people saw. Dirty old man. Cradle robber.
Who the hell was Nick, compared to football and the NFL and Colton’s glittering future?
In the stands, leaning over the railing for a pregame kiss like Justin and Wes? Him, a man twice Colton’s age? Colton surely wouldn’t want Nick there like that.
Take it easy. Colton has a future, and its shape is in your hands.
NFL players don’t have older men as lovers.
He wanted to explore Colton’s body. Learn him head to toe. Learn what made him tremble and gasp, what made his toes curl, what made him scream Nick’s name. What left him breathless and unable to speak.
All the love he and Cynthia had made, all of it, suddenly paled as Colton breathed his name and kissed his knuckles,
On the rig, guys were grinning down at their new phones, and he heard one guy call out to another, “Dude, you can even get porn in high def!”
Oh Lord
NFL players don’t have older men as lovers. College quarterbacks don’t date their friend’s father. Could he stop himself from falling for Colton, though?
He was so damn hungry—greedy—for Colton, all the time.
How Colton’s smile became a whirlpool he was caught in, but that he was more than happy to spin around him for the rest of his days? Or as long as he was allowed to call Colton his.
Colton wouldn’t trade all his dreams away just because Nick told him that his smile now lived in his heart.
He didn’t want to go to sleep because it meant he’d be one more day closer to when Colton shifted into his past and out of his future.
It’s a surprise. :) Can I pick you up at five? In the kitchen at home?
The alumni, a team of fourteen men ranging in age from nineteen to sixty-three, rallied and beat the current high school team by a two-point conversion.
He wanted to throw his arm around Nick’s shoulders, too. Dig out his class ring and put it on a chain and let Nick wear it under his T-shirt. He bet Nick would look good in his letterman jacket.
Awww
