Goldilocks: A Man, a Jersey, and a Tight End by A. M. Riley Read Free Book Online Page A

again. “Haven’t you?”
    Jim stroked the area just above Scott’s ear, obviously thinking how to answer this, and Scott said, “Not that I have a problem with that. I know how it is with you two. Hell, kid’s a good bounce and so smart.”
    “I missed you, Scott,” said Jim. “I missed more than the sex.”
    Scott was silent and very still.
    “I love you, baby,” said Jim, and his voice was soft and had a weak, frightened sound in it that Scott didn’t like one bit.
    “Okay, okay. I know.” He wrapped his arms around Jim, nuzzling the big furry chest, inhaling his man.
    “You got yourself beat up,” said Jim, sounding both angry and hurt.
    “Actually, you should see the other guy.”
    A gruff laugh vibrated under Scott’s cheek. He felt a big hand on the back of his neck.
    “You want me exclusive, I’ll do it, Scott. Just say the word. I’m sure Brian and Paul would understand.”
    “Aw, man.” Scott buried his face against Jim. “But then I couldn’t fuck the little squirrel either.”
    And he felt Jim’s laugh again. The big man’s muscles easing.
    They held each other, that feeling of being home finally settling into Scott’s bones. Then Jim pushed Scott away, taking his chin in two big fingers and raising Scott’s gaze to his own. “Can’t believe you didn’t say anything before.”
    Scott looked into Jim’s eyes and gave him a sheepish grin. “Me neither.”
    Jim smiled and stroked Scott’s shoulders, hands running down Scott’s chest and playing for a moment there. Scott rumbled and twisted, trying to get the attention he wanted without letting his sore butt touch the mattress.
    Jim’s hand wrapped around Scott’s cock and pulled. Scott twisted and moaned.
    “Hold on,” Jim rolled off the bed and then was back in a minute with lube.
    Scott grinned and grabbed handfuls of hairy man.
    Jim squirted liberal amounts in both their hands, and they smooched and moaned into each other’s mouths, twisting and groaning as they jerked each other off.
    Jim came first, a shuddering moan, and his cock swelled in Scott’s hand.
    “Oh, babe, that’s beautiful,” whispered Scott, panting, watching Jim’s thick cock spurting all over his fingers. “Can’t wait to get that fat cock inside me.”
    Jim groaned and tightened his fingers, unable to do much more while Scott fucked his fist. “Missed you, baby. Missed you…” Scott said against Jim’s mouth as he came.

Chapter Six
     
    “Halftime!” yelled Brian and Scott simultaneously, and they both leaped off the leather sofa, Brian catapulting over the armrest to catch up to Scott at the back door. They fell in a tumble out the door, yelling about coin tosses.
    “But you’ll miss all the good commercials,” Jim protested. He had a bowl of popcorn in his lap, a beer in his hand, and his feet up on the coffee table where a half dozen varieties of his special hors d’oeuvres were laid out on party platters.
    “Leave ’em,” said Paul. He was slouched down in his big chair, arms and legs spread out and head resting against the back rest. Half awake, really. The optimum football viewing position, in his opinion. “They have their own game during halftime.”
    Jim put the popcorn bowl down on the coffee table. “Scott’s cut could open up again,” he fretted.
    Paul’s half-lidded eyes slid over to regard his friend. “Didn’t you two get that taken care of?”
    Jim knew that Paul meant the issue not the cut . “Yes. Maybe. I don’t know.”
    Sighing, Paul sat up and picked up a mushroom puff, popped it in his mouth. “Maybe we need to call a meeting.”
    “Maybe.”
    A high squealing scream of delight was followed by a protest and then, remarkably, the rumble of the water running through walls as somebody outside turned on the garden hose.
    Paul and Jim exchanged glances, and both rose to their feet.
    “I’ll show you offensive strategy!” That was definitely Brian.
    More screaming.
    Paul and Jim bumped shoulders at the