Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“You wouldn’t be crashing it. Linc would love having you there, but being honest, he would likely start to wonder why you were there. I don’t mind, but…”
Me. He knew I would mind. “Go have fun with your friend. I’ll see what Wyatt is up to. And stop being weird. You never coddle me.”
“Nope, not me. I don’t bring you dinner every night we don’t go out with Kenny…or end each evening with your dick in my mouth.”
“Hey! I told you I’d try it with you, but you said you liked sucking my dick. I mean, it’s a good dick, Campbell. It’s a different kind of coddling than you usually do.”
I didn’t have to see him to know he rolled his eyes at me. “I don’t know how I put up with you,” he replied playfully. “And it is a good dick. I do like sucking it.”
“Like or love?”
“I’m going now.”
“Wait! Campbell. I mean, like is just okay. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with just being okay. You should love sucking my cock.”
“I’m hanging up now.”
And since it was Beau, he of course really did hang up on me. The thing was, I was pretty sure I’d more than like sucking Beau off. I’d love it.
Fucking Beau.
I went to the kitchen and scoured the fridge and pantry. I truly didn’t have anything to eat, and I shouldn’t sit in the house all night. Wyatt had been one of my best friends in high school. I shouldn’t dread calling him, and I hated that I did. It was like I thought he’d take one look at me and know I thought about sucking Beau’s dick. But then, I’d felt weird with him before the whole dick-sucking thing too.
Taking a deep breath, I made the call, and he was quick to agree to dinner. I wasn’t going anywhere on Fever Street, so we met up at a bar Wyatt liked.
“Hey, man. How’s it going?” he asked when I arrived, and I adjusted the cap on my head before replying.
“Not bad. How about yourself?”
“Is that Beau’s hat?”
Oh shit. How in the fuck did he know I was wearing Beau’s baseball cap? Okay, dumb question. Surely it had to do with the whole Fever Falls Fire Department logo on it. “Um…yeah…I…”
“You’re coaching with him, right?”
I let out a heavy breath. That was the most logical excuse. I probably should have thought about it myself. “I am. It’s great. Everyone has been great about keeping it under wraps, not wanting the publicity. Kenny and the other guys, they love to play so much. It’s a pure love of the game too. It’s not about winning or popularity. They’re just proud to be out there. It’s refreshing.”
And it was. It was my favorite part of working with them.
“It’s nice of you to do it, but man, I’d go a little crazy without the wanting-to-win part. The Ashton I remember would too.”
He was right about that, but things were different now. “I can see why you’d say that but…I can’t explain it. You should come and watch them play sometime. It’s an incredible experience.”
His brows pulled together as though he hadn’t expected me to say that. It was a far cry from professional football, and I wondered briefly if I should like it as much as I did.
He said, “Yeah, maybe I will.”
I wanted him to, I realized. It wasn’t that Wyatt was a bad guy. He was a good person, but I just didn’t know how to be myself around him; if he would accept who I was, if he truly saw me as Ash his old friend or if he saw me as Ashton Carmichael, quarterback for the Avalanche.
We had a good conversation after that. I drank my sweet tea while he had a beer, and we laughed over old times and crazy shit we used to do. It wasn’t long into the evening before I felt glad I’d come.
“Do you remember Shannon?” he asked.
“Beau’s high school girlfriend?” Which was weird as shit to say or think. The thought of Beau with a woman didn’t compute. Not the Beau I knew now.
“Yeah. She’s good friends with Holly. We’re having her over for dinner next week, and Holly was wondering if maybe you wanted to come too.”
No…no, I didn’t. No good could come of this. “Are you trying to set me up with her?”
Wyatt held his hands up and laughed. “No, it’s Holly, I swear. I just promised I’d ask. I’ll tell her you said no, but this way I don’t get in trouble for not asking.” He winked.
What would he say if I told him I couldn’t be interested in Shannon? In any woman? What if I told him it was Beau I wanted? “Look at you, Wyatt the matchmaker,” I teased, hoping to play it off and change the subject.