Page 48 of Rookie Moves

And the vision of me kissing Colby in the locker room plays on the back of my eyelids.

CHAPTER TWELVE

TYLER

There’s something hard and warm next to me when I roll over the following morning. Silky smooth skin pressed against mine and the gentle sound of shallow breathing stir me awake.

Blinking my eyes open, I come face-to-face with a sleeping Colby.

Shit, we must have passed out last night.

My gaze shoots toward the door, panic lacing through me until I see the lock is still in place. I heave a sigh of relief and shift onto my side, curl my arm up under my pillow, and use the peaceful moment to take Colby in. He’s devoid of tension. There’s no worry lines creasing his beautiful face, and his lips are parted ever so slightly, making them look fuller than usual. I bite back a smile at the messy blond curls spilling across my pillow.

He looks so relaxed, I wish I could bottle up this moment and stay like this.

Wait, what?

My throat turns dry at the thought. I mean, yeah, sure, last night was… mind-blowing, to put it lightly. I’m no stranger to being on the receiving end of a fantastic blow job, but I’m not a relationship kind of guy. I don’t have anything to offer someone except some quick roll-in-the-sheets fun. But I can’t ignore the fact that there was something about the way Colby was so in tune to my needs, and his need to please me, to do everything I told him to, that has me starving to do it again.

And the thought of someone else getting to have this part of him when this thing between us is all said and done has acid pooling in the pit of my stomach.

I close my eyes and inwardly groan.

Fuck’s sake, what is wrong with me? A couple of hand jobs and a blow job, and I’m already seeing green over some imaginary guy?

Sex is sex.

We’re only fooling around. I’m showing him the ropes. Teaching him how to be confident in himself before he goes off on his wild sexual adventures.

Come summer, he won’t be thinking about how he altered something inside of me, but I’m not sure whether we can go back to the version of us we were before he sucked my dick.

But he didn’t come.

The realization has me stiffening, mentally flicking through the images of last night ingrained into my brain.

Fuck. He didn’t. He swallowed my load, then lay down beside me and told me that ridiculous banana story.

Even the thought of him using a banana to practice isn’t enough to dull the feeling building in my chest.

Shit, I’m a terrible person. He’s probably going to regret asking me to teach him because I’m such a selfish prick.

I chew on the inside of my cheek and roam my eyes over his face. One unruly curl has fallen into his face, so I carefully tuck it behind his ear, but my touch must disturb him because he lets out a low, sleepy groan and stretches his entire body. My gaze tracks down his torso, watching each muscle tense and release, and when my eyes finally return to his face, those hazel irises are fixed on me.

“Morning,” I say, voice still thick with sleep.

“Morning,” he mumbles around a yawn. “What time is it?”

Pushing up on an elbow, I grab my phone from where I abandoned it on the floor and tap the screen. “Just after nine.”

He lets out another disgruntled noise and scrubs his face with his palm.

“Do you have class today?” I ask.

He nods. “Yeah, but not until this afternoon before practice.”

Same as me.

It’s very rare I spend the night with a hookup, let alone want to spend time with them after the sex is over, but Colby is more than that, and it surprises me when I ask, “Want to go and grab some breakfast?”