Misadventures of a Rookie (Misadventures #11)(57)

“Holy shit,” I breathed, and he chuckled against my dripping wet center.

“Man, you came hard.”

“Ugh, yeah,” I gasped while he kissed up my stomach. “It’s been a few days.”

“Which means I’m going to get even more of those lusty little moans,” he said, meeting his mouth to mine, my release all over his sexy mouth. He reached his hands behind my legs and gripped my thighs as though he was going to lift me, but he didn’t. Instead, I felt him cringe against my lips.

Opening my eyes, I shot him a narrow look. “Are you still hurting?”

He shook his head. “Just a bit. I’m fine. Come here,” he said, trying to kiss me once more, but I stopped him.

“Wait. Did you go?”

Tearing his mouth from my neck, he murmured, “Huh?”

“To the doctor. Did you go?”

He paused, his eyes searching mine, and I knew he was about to try to lie to me. “I was going—”

“Gus! You could be really hurt.”

“But on my way, Coach called me in and told me I was being sent up. I couldn’t go then.”

“Why?”

“’Cause what if they would have held me back!”

“It doesn’t matter if you can’t play at all!”

“It’s just a damn bruise. I’m fine.”

I shook my head. “You need to go.”

“I’m fine.”

“Gus, seriously,” I reiterated. “I would hate for you to be out because you hurt yourself more,” I said before moving out of his arms so I could see his ribs. They were black and blue. When I ran my fingers over them, he cringed as he tried to move away. “Does it still hurt when you breathe?”

“Just a little. Really, I’m fine, baby. Come here. Let me take you to bed.”

“No,” I said, pushing him away as I went to touch a little more. I didn’t feel anything poking, so that was good, but still he needed to go. “You told me you’d go.”

“I know, but then they called me up, and I didn’t want to risk not going,” he explained once more.

I could see how much it meant to him. Didn’t he understand that this could go bad?

“You’ll go save a dog with no worries about your career, but when you really hurt yourself, you won’t go to the ER to make sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine!”

“You’re not, Gus, Jesus!” I yelled back, and then I glared at him, reaching for my shirt. “I can’t believe you lied to me.”

“Oh, come on, relax. It’s not like I lied about who I was with last night. I don’t even think I really lied!”

“But you did, when you promised you’d never! See, this is why I don’t do promises!”

“Babe, really? I’ve not lied to you or held anything from you, like you’re doing with me. Yet, I’m not coming at you funky. So relax.”

I paused, my heart picking up in speed. “Huh?”

“I didn’t intentionally lie. I was excited and didn’t want to ruin my good news with the shitty I didn’t go to the doctor news, but you’ve been lying to me since the moment we got started.”

I put my hands on my hips and stood there buck naked and confused. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He held my gaze for a long time. It seemed that he was trying to figure out what to say, which wasn’t like him. He normally just spoke and cared about the ramifications later. When he moved toward me, his eyes dark, I held my breath. “Is Davis your brother or your kid?”

All the air rushed from my body as my gaze stayed locked with his.

Oh. Shit.





Chapter Thirty-One





Gus





Bo had such a blank look on her face.

Her jaw was hanging open, and she looked as if I had hit her. Instantly I felt like shit. I didn’t want to hurt her. I didn’t care that he was her kid. It didn’t matter, but at the same time, it would have been nice if she had shared that information with me. I didn’t want my mom telling me shit I didn’t know. Bo should trust me enough to tell me that. I wasn’t just some guy off the street.

I was the guy in love with her.

“Listen—”

She cut me off, though, throwing her shirt on as she yelled, “What? Why would you ask that?”

Why was she getting pissy with me? “My mom suspected it, and then I put two and two together,” I answered softly as she slid on her pants. “Is it true?”

She looked up at me, her eyes wild as she shrugged, and she didn’t have to answer. It was true. I could see it in her eyes, and I couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t tell me. “Why does it matter?”

“Because it does.”

“Why? We’re just fucking around, aren’t we?”

My gaze narrowed. “So instead of answering me and being honest, you’re going to start a fight with me?”

“You started the fight with me. You accused me of lying, when really, you’re the liar.”

I shook my head. “That’s not how it happened. I didn’t lie, I held back informa—”