Contents (51)
- Catch Me If You Can
- Ella Kit
- Catch Me If You Can
- Contents
- Content Warning
- Book Soundtrack
- 9 months until prom night
- nathan
- 6 months until prom night
- Nathan
- 4 months until prom night
- nathan
- prom night
- caleb
- Nathan
- four years later
- caleb
- nathan
- caleb
- nathan
- caleb
- nathan
- caleb
- nathan
- caleb
- nathan
- caleb
- nathan
- caleb
- nathan
- caleb
- nathan
- caleb
- nathan
- caleb
- nathan
- caleb
- nathan
- caleb
- nathan
- caleb
- nathan
- caleb
- nathan
- caleb
- one year later
- nathan
- a year after that
- caleb
- acknowledgments
- about the author
In our fucking pants.
“Oh no,” I laugh, looking down.
Nathaniel follows my gaze and straightens up. “Shit.” He smooths his hair back, then reaches around me to grab us a bundle of toilet paper.
I start wiping myself clean, dipping my hand inside the front of my pants. “Next time, let’s find a better place to—”
“Let’s go back to the hotel…” he rushes out.
All it takes is one look from those dark green eyes, and I’m hook, line, and sinker.
Don’t mind if I fucking do.
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nathan
As if the bathroom wasn’t confusing enough, the Uber drive home sure doesn’t help.
We can’t keep our hands off of each other. Honestly, if I wasn’t so keyed up, I’d feel bad for the driver.
I hardly recognize myself tonight. I was never this…risky with Sarah. It’s as though all of these years, I tucked this side of me away, then Caleb strolls along and opens it up like Pandora’s Box.
You’d think a guy who had just come moments ago and who even came earlier in the evening would be spent and done for the night. No way would that guy be nibbling on another guy's earlobe, rubbing his hands up and down his thighs, and biting his chin.
But, here we are. In the farthest seats back in the Uber SUV, trying to be as quiet and undetectable as possible. Which is hard because with every second of teasing, I’m learning more and more that Caleb is vocal when he’s turned on.
“Nathaniel,” he moans quietly in my ear. He shifts my hand that was on his thigh up and rests it on top of the bulge in his pants. He's rock hard. My mouth drops at the feel of it. I watch his eyes fixate on my lips.
Did he want to kiss?
I think about it but…decide against it, grazing my lips against his gently instead. Something tells me that kissing is a whole can of worms we shouldn’t open. Too intimate? I don’t know, but I’m not ready. If I know anything about Caleb, it’s that he’s scared of anything real. And kissing…kissing feels pretty real to me. I mean, what the hell are we even doing right now? I shove the thoughts out of my mind. I’m having way too much fun right now in this moment to have it be tainted by those confusing questions.
He leans in to press his lips against mine but I teter away, teasing him lightly. Nuzzling my face into his neck, I bite and lick again at the raw skin.
He laughs while he tugs on my hair at the back of my neck that's poking out from the bottom of my hat.
I squeeze his erection again and shudder at the sound of his gasp.
The car comes to a slow stop and it's only then that I realize we made it back to the hotel.
“Thank you!” We both say before sliding out of the SUV.