The boyfriend comeback, p.36
The Boyfriend Comeback,
p.36
“We can stop anytime,” he says.
“Not a chance in hell,” I mutter, when he’s halfway in me.
He sits up, strokes my chest, touches my nipples, and seduces me down onto his cock. And then, I’m there.
I’ve got him deep in my body, and I’m this close to pleasure. Then, I’m closer when he cups my cheeks, and kisses me. A tender, bruising kiss that radiates through my body. He breaks the kiss, but hardly moves. Instead, his lips brush against mine as I start to move.
I rise up, down.
I do it again, and again, and then I moan his name. A guttural groan. He digs his fingers into my hips, and eases me along.
When Beck is going to the bookstore for the signing, I originally had a cute text exchange between the guys, but the bookstore signing took on such a key emotional turn with Beck’s anxiety attack that this text exchange felt too light, so I cut it. But I like to think these are the kind of texts they send each other.
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Here’s the scene from Beck’s POV:
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When I slide into my car, there’s a text waiting for me.
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Mister Social: Send me a pic of you now, so I’m not dropping my jaw at the bookstore when I see you.
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I dip my face even though no one can see me. I do it because he’s the fucking cutest. I snap a shot of me behind the wheel, then send it.
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Mister Social: You in the black fuck-me car is so sexy.
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I got nothing. I can’t even tease him about the size of his crush. The size of mine is city-wide.
Originally, the pre-Thanksgiving scene when the groceries arrive and Beck preps the food was written in Beck’s POV as was the start of the sex scene, but I wanted the sex scene where they flip/take turns to be in Jason’s POV to showcase his emotions at that point, so I needed to rewrite the Thanksgiving prep scene before it into his POV as well for consistency. So here was the kitchen prep scene originally from Beck’s POV, when we learn he left aprons at Jason’s house.
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Here’s the scene from Beck’s POV:
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On Wednesday afternoon the world slows down. Traffic thins. Phones ping less. Email quiets down.
Around three, a guy rings the bell to deliver groceries. I wait in the kitchen, out of sight. My heart winces. Maybe someday I won’t have to hide. Maybe someday soon. For now, I want to enjoy these twenty-four hours at his home.
Jason thanks the guy, then shuts the door. “Coast is clear, sexy beast. Get your ass out here and lift this turkey,” he says.
I laugh, but happily join him in the foyer, grabbing bags of groceries and hauling them to the kitchen.
We unpack them together, Jason stopping to sneak kisses on my cheek, my lips, my ear.
He moves fluidly around the kitchen, but rarely keeps his hands off me. He touches my waist, my ass, my stomach as he goes about his chores.
It’s a dream, this kind of connection. But soon, we’ve got to get to work. I open a drawer and toss him an apron.
He catches it easily, but quirks a brow. “Dude. I have aprons?”
“Yes. Two. I brought them over.”
“Because?”
“Because cooking is messy and you’re a noob, so you’ll need one. Plus, you look hot in an apron.”
He shrugs easily. “I look hot in everything. And nothing. Want me to strip and put this on?”
I roll my eyes. “Down boy. That’s for later.”
He comes up behind me and kisses my neck. “Show me what to do. I’m here to help,” he says.
And I lean back into his touch, letting him help me with affection for a few more seconds.
Then we get to work, prepping the turkey, making the stuffing and quartering the potatoes for starters.
A few hours later, Jason gets a little slap happy from all the cooking work, so he drops a dollop of cranberry sauce on my cheek. I wipe it off, then kiss him, sliding my cranberry hands in his hair.
Then, he reaches for the brownies we baked and offers me a bite, then mushes some against my lips. Laughing, I return the favor.
Soon, we’re a mess, and we shower.
Once he’s all cleaned up, I lean against his wet, warm naked body and whisper, “I’ve got an idea.”
“Tell me.”
“How about I show you?”
“Fuuuck. This is a great idea,” he moans, as he presses his hands against the tiles, water sluicing over his body as I roam my lips down his ass, spread him open, and kiss the man in one of my favorite places.
Never thought I’d be this into rimming—giving and receiving. But then, I never knew sex could be so extraordinary until I experienced it with Jason McKay. He’s so easy in his body, so sensual, so receptive to my touch. And I’ve learned so much since the first night. I’ve learned what turns him on.
The answer?
A long slow tease.
I give him that with my tongue, my mouth, my stubble, till he’s grabbing my head, and shoving me closer to him.
My cue to switch things up. I rise up, kiss the back of his neck, right where he loves to be drenched in kisses.
I reach for the lube we keep in the shower, and quickly prep him. Then when he’s begging me, I return my mouth to his ear. “There’s something we haven’t done yet.”
I guess then when I needed to get them out of the shower, the choreography eluded me, and my husband called me to dinner. So while I was eating, I realized I had to rewrite all the above into Jason’s POV!
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In Chapter Thirty-Three, My Secret Boyfriend, I originally wrote a dinner scene at Beck’s team hotel. The sole purpose was to get to the Instagram video of Jason inviting a Renegade to gloat. Oi! Why did I take so long to get to it? I subsequently reframed this bit by cutting it and having Carter simply text the link to Beck when Beck’s in his hotel room. So much easier! But I imagine this is how the Renegades are when they have dinner together.
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Here’s the scene from Beck’s POV:
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While I’m out to dinner at the team hotel with Carter, Hayden, and Isaiah, I think through the ways I could get my shit together. Since I play sports, I don’t want to rely on drugs. But I’ve researched alternatives. There’s hypnosis. Biofeedback. Maybe even therapy.
I make a mental note to dig deeper into anxiety treatments, then set the issue aside when the server brings our food.
She sets down a chicken salad for me, and a lettuce-wrapped burger for Carter. Carter lifts the makeshift sandwich to his mouth, but Hayden darts out a hand to stop him taking a bite. “Wait! Camera eats first.”
“What?” Carter asks, as if Hayden’s gone mad.
“That is going on my Instagram feed. That lettuce is legend.”
Carter groans, but he’s smiling. “You’re such a foodie.”
“Dude, you are the foodiest of foodies,” Isaiah puts in as he slices his steak.
Hayden lifts a defiant chin. “Like you don’t all know the perils of eating out with me.”
Grabbing his phone, he snaps a pic of Carter’s food then uploads it. “This lettuce shines like an emerald. Done. Posted to my stories.” Then Hayden knits his brow as he studies his screen. Slowly, a smile forms. “Oh shit!”
“What is it?” I ask, mildly curious. Maybe he spotted a story about a new poached egg restaurant, or a cool food truck coming through town.
Hayden points to the phone excitedly, then spins it around to show us. “McKay is gonna have to eat crow on Monday. Guaranteed.”
I sit ramrod straight, swallowing roughly. Is it about us? Did someone figure us out? The back of my neck prickles. Then I play the role of my own therapist. Jason eating crow isn’t about us. Also, this is a golden opportunity to play it cool.
I adopt my best casual pose as I dig into my chicken salad. “Yeah? Why’s that?”
Hayden wiggles his brow. “And you are going to make him eat all those birds. Check out this video.”
With a flourish, Hayden hits play on Jason’s Instagram post, and I go a little hot under the collar when I see his dimpled smile and hear his guy-next-door voice. He’s standing next to Nadia on the Hawks football field. “Hey, there, Hawks fans. Just want to say we kicked ass last weekend in attendance because you are the best. And I know we’re going to beat that other team in the city—I can’t even remember their names, I’m sure you can’t either—in the attendance bet.”
Nadia sweeps her chestnut locks off her shoulder. “And Jason and I will personally be back on Monday to update all of you on our amazing fan turnout that is going to be so much better than the Renegades.”
“And if it’s not, then any of their players can come out here and gloat on my Instagram feed,” Jason says.
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