Incoming Freshman by Carol Lynne Read Free Book Online

I’ve still got to get settled in at Dane’s.”
    “Okay, maybe the next day then. Like I said, we run every morning.” Julian cleared his throat and Koby grinned. “Well, except for Sundays. That’s kind of our day to sleep in.”
    “Actually, I haven’t been doing a lot of running lately. I’ve been focusing more on exercises.” Shit. Bobby bit his bottom lip. He could tell by Julian’s expression he didn’t buy the excuse. Bobby knew he was going to have to come clean with the team trainer sooner or later, but he’d hoped to at least start practices first.
    “Why don’t you come into the weight room Monday morning and we’ll work up a conditioning schedule?” Julian asked, speaking for the first time since he’d sat down.
    With practice starting on Wednesday, Bobby knew he couldn’t refuse. “Sure.”
    Julian stood and pulled Koby to his feet. “Good. I’ll block off ten to noon for you.”
    “Great,” Bobby replied, trying to plaster an enthusiastic smile on his face. As soon as Julian and Koby left, Bobby closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the chair. He was so screwed.
     
    * * * *
     
    “I’m not used to seeing you like that,” Bobby said from the passenger seat on the way home.
    “Like what?” Chet asked. After his conversation with Julian, Chet began to feel more comfortable with his feelings for Bobby. He still hadn’t worked out how to successfully straddle the line between coach and lover, but he was on the way.
    “Laughing. Happy.” Bobby scratched a fresh mosquito bite on his arm. “Is it just being around me that makes you grouchy?”
    “You don’t make me grouchy. You make me want things I thought I couldn’t have,” he tried to explain. He pulled around Bobby’s beat-up truck at the end of the driveway and pushed the automatic garage door opener.
    “What you thought you couldn’t have? As in past tense?” Bobby released his seatbelt as Chet pulled into the garage.
    A discussion between them was three years overdue and the last thing Chet wanted was to hold it in the damn garage. “Let’s go inside.” He’d never been much of a talker when it came to his feelings. The bits of information Julian knew were probably the most he’d ever opened up to anyone. As he climbed out of the SUV and unlocked the door to the house, Chet tried to organise his thoughts. He didn’t have a clue how to even start.
    The moment they were inside, Chet did what he’d been dying to do for years. He pressed Bobby against the door and kissed him. He’d held himself back for too long to be coy. Chet pushed his tongue past Bobby’s lips to the warmth inside.
    Bobby moaned into the kiss and thrust against him.
    Oh, shit. Chet felt the hard ridge of Bobby’s erection as it continued to bump and slide against him. The kiss had already turned sloppy with both of their tongues battling for dominance. It was like a dam had broken and all of Chet’s hidden desires came pouring out. He felt Bobby’s hands on his zipper and reached down to stop him. “We need to talk.”
    Bobby shook his head. “Not now.”
    Chet attempted to capture Bobby’s hands as he continued to try and unzip Chet’s shorts. “Not here. Not our first time.”
    “Get naked. Then I’ll know you’re serious,” Bobby said, pulling off his shirt.
    Chet pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor then pushed his shorts down to join it. He took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Now you.”
    Bobby unzipped his jeans and started to take them off but stopped when they were at mid-thigh.
    “What’s wrong?” Chet teased. “I thought you were ready to get naked?”
    “I am, but I just realised I need to pee.”
    Chet laughed and reached down to pull Bobby’s jeans back up to his hips. “Then I guess you’d better take care of that.” He turned Bobby and nudged him towards the door. “I’ll be in the bedroom.”
    He followed Bobby down the hall, trying his best to keep his hands to