Blindsided (Fake Boyfriend 4)

Talon, of course, grabs his cock. “I have your vitamin D right here.”

I don’t want to laugh, but he’s so lame I have to. It stops again fast when I see Talon’s worried face. “It seems like you decided we’re going to be together for real, and then we don’t see the real world for God knows how long. I’ve got cabin fever.”

“You feeling a little like a princess in a tower?” Talon mocks, but it’s forced. I hate that us going from friends to more has all these extra elements we have to think about, but if we don’t address them, they’re going to blow up in our faces, and we could lose everything.

Nothing is worth losing Talon over.

“It’s like I’m only worth the risk when you take away the risk completely.”

Talon slowly climbs out of bed, giving me a mouthwatering view of his naked form. His cock is hard, seemingly unfazed by our argument, unlike mine. Though it definitely becomes interested as Talon approaches.

“You want to know why I’m scared to go out in public with you?” he whispers. His body presses against mine, and his hands run up my sides, burning my skin.

Yep, my cock is definitely interested.

“Why?” I manage to get out, but it comes out gruff as Talon leans in and kisses me just under my ear.

“Because being in the gym without being able to touch you is hard enough.” Talon’s breath is warm on my neck, and it sends a shiver right through me. “And that’s when I can take you upstairs and get you naked in minutes. In public? I might die.”

“Die?”

“We may never be able to leave until I can squash the urge to touch you.”

That’s a good answer.

“How will we manage to do that?” I ask.

Talon sinks to his knees, and his tongue darts out to lick the length of my shaft.

“Holy fuck.” I breathe heavy. “That’s one way.”

His hand grips my cock and gives a hard pump as he stares up at me. “I tell you what …”

“Less telling, more blowjob.”

Talon stares up at me. “We can go out tonight.”

“That easy?”

“Not so easy.” He leans forward and licks the drop of precum off the tip of my cock, and I moan. “You have to wear me the fuck out today first. And we’re skipping the gym.”

I tap into my inner Talon as I say something that would normally fall from his mouth. “Challenge accepted.”

* * *

We decide our first excursions outside of the bubble should be small. Jackson and Noah are on vacation, so I message Maddox and fish for an invite to his and Damon’s place in Brooklyn.

Their place near Prospect Park is nothing to look at on the outside, but the location alone would make it cost a pretty penny.

Guess Damon’s making a name for himself in the agenting world.

As soon as Damon lets us into the townhouse, he claps Talon on the shoulder. “Finally let Miller out of his cage?”

Talon practically trips over his feet.

Maybe he’s right and we can’t go out in public.

Damon doesn’t seem to notice Talon’s little freak-out. Or maybe Maddox told Damon after all, and Damon’s really good at hiding it.

I hold out the bottle of wine I insisted we bring, because it’s what you do when you go to someone’s house.

“Uh, thanks,” Damon says, seemingly surprised I have manners.

Then I realize it’s a double date thing to do, and then even I become paranoid.

Talon’s getting to me.

And after an entire day full of orgasms, I don’t think my brain is working too well.

“You’re looking good. All the hard work’s paying off,” Damon says. “How’s the leg?”

“Yeah, only took like a million months, but I’m finally getting back in shape for when the season starts again.” I’m not there yet, but the confidence I have that’ll happen is getting stronger every day thanks to Talon.

Damon leads us into their dining room and places the bottle of wine on the table. “Babe, they’re here.”

“I’m trying not to burn shit. I’ll be out in a second!”

Damon smiles. “Maddox is actually really good in the kitchen. He’s just excited you guys are here.”

“You mean Talon,” I say.

“Well, yeah, but I wasn’t going to be rude about it.”

I laugh. “I’m used to it. Man, all through college, all I ever got asked about was about Talon. I used to tell people he had a small penis.”

“Hey,” Talon whines.

“Hey, yourself. Even with that lie, you still got laid more than the rest of the team. Combined.”

“Damn straight,” Talon says proudly.

Maddox appears as we’re taking our seats and places a large bowl of pasta in the middle of the table. The white sauce smells deliciously garlicky, and Talon and I try to beat each other to the serving spoon. He wins and grins at me triumphantly.

“It’s your last contracted year with the Warriors, right?” Damon asks and pours me a glass of wine.