Blindsided (Fake Boyfriend #4)(41)

I close my eyes and take in his words, because I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to him saying stuff like that. It doesn’t seem real.

He pulls back and his glassy eyes meet mine. “Do you think it’s possible to be in love with someone for years and not know it?”

My breath hitches. “W-what?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Talon continues to ramble. “There’s no way. I mean … how could you not know, you know?”

I have no idea what he’s saying right now. “Okay, you’re drunker than I thought. Let’s get you to bed.”

He smiles. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

“We’re not doing anything tonight.”

“Why?” He pouts, and it looks ridiculous.

“Because your first time with a guy isn’t going to be a fuzzy memory in the morning.”

“Aww, thanks for trying to keep my virtue intact, but I’m not a virgin here.”

I scoff. “This has nothing to do with your virtue and everything to do with having a crystal-clear memory of everything I do to you so you come begging for more.”

Talon groans, and my cock wants to make that sound come out of him again and again. My head might be on right, but clearly, it’s not connected to my dick. Either that or it just doesn’t understand this is a no-go.

“Come on. Sleep it off, and I promise if you’re not hungover when you wake up, I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

“I’m sober right now. I can prove it. Ask me something.”

Oh, Talon wants to play a game?

“How many presidents have there been?” I try to keep a straight face.

Talon looks pensive as he thinks about it, and it’s so adorable. “Dude. You need to ask me something I’d know.”

I push him toward the huge double doors leading to the master bedroom. “Get in bed already.”

Talon spins toward me and almost falls. “Are you at least going to stay with me?”

“I’ve slept in a bed with you countless times where I haven’t been allowed to touch you. I think I can handle it.”

Oh God, there’s that look again. The mischievous I solemnly swear I am up to no good glimmer in his eye.

“Don’t even think about trying something, Marc.”

Talon’s entire face lights up. “Me? Never.” His hand slides down my back and doesn’t stop.

“Then why are your hands already on my ass?”

Talon glances around me to see. “Huh. How did that happen?”

“Have no idea,” I say dryly.

“Can we make out a little?” Talon slurs.

I laugh. “Sure. You’re so drunk you’re probably not gonna be able to get it up anyway.”

Talon pulls me against him, trying to push his half-hard cock into me. “Not able to get it up, huh?”

“Halfway doesn’t count.”

Talon grumbles as he makes his way to the bed and falls on his back. He covers his eyes with his arm, while his legs still hang off the end of the bed. “I ruined it.”

I frown. “Ruined what?”

“Tonight.” Talon reaches for me, and I step between his legs. He tries to get up but fails. “Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about having you all to myself? In the same room? Then I had to go and get wasted off my face.”

“You just won the Super Bowl.”

“We won the Super Bowl.”

“Uh-huh.” I still don’t see it that way, but I’m not gonna argue that with drunk Talon. “I mean you’re allowed to celebrate.” Even if my balls are blue and I’ve waited months—no, years—for this to happen. “Come on. Shuffle up the bed and get under the covers.”

He wriggles his way up so his head hits the pillow. “Fine. But once I’m recovered, your ass is mine. Or mine is yours. I dunno. We haven’t worked that out yet, have we?”

We haven’t worked out much of anything, but now’s not the time for that discussion. Or any discussion, really.

“Maybe we could leave both our asses out of it to begin with. Start slow.”

“Oh my God, it feels like we’ve been moving slower than a fucking tortoise. I’ve wanted this for six months, ever since training camp.”

“Me too. So one more night won’t kill us. And then we can talk about it when we’re both sober.”

“Drunk talking about it seems funner.”

“I bet it does.” I strip down and join him in bed, but he’s still on top of the comforter, and now I’m under the sheets. “You gonna join me under here, or you gonna sleep on top all night?”

Talon tries to roll over and undress without getting up but somehow gets stuck. On what, I’m not sure. “So. Much. Effort.” Finally, he gives up and climbs out of bed. He strips out of the rest of his clothes just like I did, only he doesn’t stop at his boxer briefs. They go too, and then he lifts the sheets and half-falls back into bed.

Now, he’s cuddled up next to me, and all I can think about are the times I imagined this happening—him pressed against me with nothing between us.

I take a deep breath, because I need it to steady my racing heart.

He inches closer and does that thing girls do where they nudge your shoulder like a cat to get you to open your arms for them.