Griff's Place (Havenwood #4) - Riley Hart Page 0,10
my nape.
Miguel had been a lucky hire. He’d worked in bars his whole life, even managing. He’d moved to Havenwood to help out a sick uncle. And now I was stalling by thinking about Miguel instead of what Josh had asked me. It was weird, him and me going away together. It didn’t make sense. It would be different if it was all our friends, or him and Kellan, but…I didn’t do this. I didn’t just take off for a week or a weekend or whatever it was Josh had in mind. “Nah, I appreciate the offer, but I couldn’t,” I finally said.
“Well, actually you probably could, but no biggie. It was just an idea.” My first thought was surprise that Josh wasn’t going to push this. He always pushed. Instead he stood. “I better head out.”
Well, shit. That had been easy. Disappointment flickered in my gut. “You’re okay to drive?”
“Yeah, I had two swallows. I’m fine.” His voice sounded a little strange. Not like he was drunk or anything, just…tight. Then he got that cocky-Josh grin and added, “It’s sweet that you worry, Grumpy Griff.”
“I would about anyone. It’s not you.”
He clutched his chest. “Oh, you wound me so. I don’t know how I’ll ever survive it.”
“Ha-ha. You’re so funny.”
“I’m fucking hilarious and you know it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go home, maybe jack off, and get some sleep.”
I rolled my eyes. “Did I need to know that?”
“Yes, yes you did.” Josh winked, then walked into the house and out the front door.
A while later, in bed, I slid my hand down my body, wrapped a fist around my cock, and jacked off. As my orgasm began to roll through me, I closed my eyes, and damned if Josh’s face didn’t flash through my head. I arched off the bed and shot all over my chest before melting into the mattress again.
What. The. Fuck.
CHAPTER THREE
Josh
“Do you think it’ll really work?” Doug asked softly. We were in an abandoned house in the woods, where we always went when we wanted to be alone. Well, when we wanted to be alone that way. Since we were best friends, we were together all the time. He stayed at my house or I stayed at his. We played the same sports, and our coaches always talked about how much chemistry we had. Little did they know it was because we were in love with each other. Because I knew what Doug’s mouth tasted like and he was my first…everything.
Neither of us was out. I was pretty sure my parents would be okay with it. They might take a little time to get used to it, but they weren’t the type to put much thought into me anyway, so I didn’t see them caring that much that I was gay.
Doug’s, on the other hand, would be another story, especially his father. He would disown Doug. There was no doubt in either of our minds about that. Our families were close, our parents best friends, and while mine let me do whatever, on the condition it didn’t come back to look bad for them, Doug’s dad put all sorts of pressures on him all the time. He had to be the best at every sport, and get good grades, and go to Stanford like his parents had.
“Why wouldn’t it work? We’re best friends. No one is going to be surprised if I go to California like you.”
“Yeah, but you already got accepted to NC State.”
Little did he know, I didn’t want to go there at all. It wasn’t me. I’d be happy at a smaller college or a community college, as long as I got to be close to him. Hell, I didn’t even know what I wanted to do with my life yet, other than be with him.
I shrugged. “So? I hate the idea of heading off to a new school where I don’t know anyone. My parents will probably be pissed, but I don’t care.” Doug craved his family’s approval in ways I never did. I knew my grandma loved me. She was so different from my dad. I didn’t know how he turned out that way, having been raised by her. Where my parents cared about money and status, Grandma didn’t.
When Doug didn’t look convinced, I added, “Stop worrying, okay?”
“I can’t help it. You don’t worry enough, so I have to do it for the both of us!”