Secret Admirer - D.J. Jamison Page 0,45

“You know what will happen if I do.”

I held his eyes. “You better mean sex.”

He laughed. “What happened to my shy Benji?”

My heart skipped. I liked being called his Benji. I really, really liked it.

“He’s horny as hell,” I admitted in a low voice. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks with these gifts. Show me how you really feel.”

Ace slid out of the booth, reaching for me. “Let’s go.”

14

Benji

Arriving at the frat house hand in hand with Ace was a strange experience. Thankfully, we saw only one guy, the one who always looked half-baked, lounging on their old sofa. Surprisingly, he had textbooks spread out on a coffee table in front of him and candy wrappers all around. An energy drink sat next to two soda bottles. Apparently frat boys had to cram for tests every now and then too.

I felt shy about following Ace up the stairs, knowing it was obvious we were going to his room, but Ace’s frat brother barely glanced at us.

“Hitting the books hard?” Ace asked as we passed by.

“Yup,” he said.

That was it. Then step by step, I was heading toward Ace’s bedroom.

Toward sex. With Ace.

Holy fuck.

“Sorry, did you want something?” Ace asked as we arrived at his door.

For one split-second, my heart faltered. And even though it wasn’t rational at all, I worried there’d been a misunderstanding. He didn’t really want me here, and I’d followed him to his room like some loon.

Then he added, “A drink or something?”

I huffed a breath. “No.”

“Good.” Ace grinned, shoving open his door and pulling me in behind him. As soon as it closed, his mouth was on mine, hot and wet, and my body surged to meet his lust without missing a beat. I hadn’t even gotten a chance to look around, but I didn’t care. I’d seen it before, the night I’d been stupid drunk, and the morning Ace confessed his feelings. Never had I thought for a second I’d be visiting his bed this way.

His hands were hard on my waist as he manhandled me, walking me across the room and pushing me down on his bed. The scent of him rose from his bedding, curling around me, and I breathed him in and pulled him closer. He broke our kiss, trailing small kisses along my jaw to my throat.

“You brought that drawing?” he asked in my ear.

My heart lurched, and so did my cock, strangely enough. It was embarrassing but arousing to show him what I’d done. I licked my lips, nodding once. Ace stood up, leaving me lying across the bed sideways. “Let me see.”

“Now?”

“Yeah.” When I hesitated, he added, “Unless you don’t want to see how well the real thing matches up?”

That was incentive to cooperate. Shifting, I rolled to one side so I could reach into my back pocket and withdraw the folded-up sketch I’d torn from my sketchbook. No way was I bringing a fucking backpack on my date, but I also hadn’t wanted to disappoint Ace. I’d kind of hoped he wouldn’t remember to ask again. But I’d drawn the boy naked without his knowledge — even if it had been from my imagination. I owed him this much.

“I shouldn’t have done it,” I said apologetically as I held out the square of paper.

“Unfold it for me.”

Somehow, having to unfold it, expose it, instead of just hand it over, made me feel like I was stripping my own clothes off. I sat up and spread out the sketch, taking a moment to smooth the lines, then peeked up at him. “I didn’t necessarily think this is exactly how you look. It was from my imagination…”

“You didn’t draw me with a thirteen-inch cock or something, did you?”

I blurted a laugh. “No!”

Holding up the sketch, I watched Ace’s eyes scan the image with bated breath. If he hated it, that wouldn’t be too sexy. I was still embarrassed and ashamed I’d done it at all.

Just as I was about to apologize again, his gaze lifted, holding mine. “You’re such a talented artist. I mean that.”

I flushed. “Thanks.”

“I don’t examine my naked body that much, but I’d say you got pretty close. Ready to see how the three-dimensional version looks?”

My mouth dry, my cock hard, my cheeks hot, I was a mess of physical reactions. “Y-yeah.”

Ace grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one smooth move. That body, fuck. I hadn’t come anywhere close to doing it justice. No amount of shading and perspective