Asking for Trouble
‘Kissing his body, I took his flesh between my teeth. Applying pressure, he groaned.’
Imagine meeting a boy who has everything you don’t want in a guy, but then he kisses you and it is the best feeling of your life.
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NERO
Most people wouldn't consider East Tennessee University the big city. But when you come from a small town like Snow Tip Falls, it’s more than you can handle. And when you've lived your life with secrets and the football universe shines that big ol' light on you, it's enough to push you over the edge. At least, it did me.
It's a good thing Kendall was there to catch me. He doesn't remember the day we met, but I do. It was the moment I confirmed what I always thought, I like guys.
But what do I do now that the coach, and the law, have mandated that I see Kendall three days a week? What does that mean for my NFL prospects? What does it mean for my too often broken heart?
KENDALL
I don't like football players. They made my life hell in high school. It turns out that gay, and weird wasn't a good combination.
Now in University, my dream is to help others as a therapist. That starts by becoming a student counselor. So maybe I shouldn't have drawn a picture of a football player hanging from a noose on my professor's empathy questionnaire.
In either case, he told me that I had to tackle my hang-up head-on to get what I wanted. So, now I'm counseling the worst of the worst, Nero Roman, a football player whose rippling body I can’t stop picturing naked… and on top of mine.
Turns out there's more than I expected under his rough exterior. And now I have to figure out how to stop having feelings for my football player client before he hurts me like so many guys have before?
Throwing my legs around his waist I sat in his lap pushing my hard manhood against his stomach. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I turned my attention to our kiss.
He pushed his fingers through my hair slowly taking control. When he grabbed and tugged, I loved it. Pressing his chest against mine, he parted our lips and pushed in his tongue. Finding mine, they danced.
I lost myself in the sensation. Whipped away to another world all I could think about was our kiss. I wanted more. I wanted the two of us to become one.
Without thinking, I found myself grinding my open legs against his torso. I couldn’t help it. Everything felt too good. The mix of it and the kiss was a drug that I was immediately addicted to. So, when Nero reached down and stripped off my shirt, I stared up at him needing to know what would happen next.
