Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“I didn’t think she’d actually do it. I’ve mentioned it a few times, but she just brushed it off. One lunch with you and she’s getting prepared for the summer semester.”
“I didn’t do anything, Rush. I just offered.”
“It’s because you’re you, Red. You really don’t know how special you are.”
His words were like a caress that reached down to my soul. I’d never been special like this to anyone before. But I was to Rush. He made me feel it every day. “It’s not easy, but I try.”
“I’m serious. No jokes. For the first time in my life, my mom did something that was only for her, and she did it because of you. I don’t know how to thank you.”
My heart thudded, echoed in my ears. I was so fucked. So damn crazy about Rush Alexander and the way he made me feel. “You don’t have to thank me. You’re both…family.”
He inhaled a sharp breath. “I like the sound of that. I’m finally winning you over.”
“Don’t remind me,” I teased.
“Oh, come on. You know I’m going to keep mentioning it…often. Lincoln Gray is crazy about me.”
“Or just crazy.”
“Crazy about me,” he insisted.
“Ugh, fine. Crazy about you. Now, I’m naked in a bubble bath. Talk dirty to me while I jack off. It’s the least you can do.”
Rush laughed, and I felt that laugh in my chest.
“Well, when you put it that way…”
Then he did just as I asked, had phone sex with me until I shouted his name and shot my load all over my chest.
“So…about that interview… Dean can use my name if you want him to. If you don’t feel comfortable, that’s fine.” I had been thinking about it a lot the past few days. I had nothing to hide, and if Rush wanted it out there who I was, I did too.
“I’d like that,” he replied. “And listen…I don’t really want to share too much because it’s not my place. Jude is my friend, and I need to respect his privacy, but I did want to tell you that we had a talk and, well, in some ways you were right.”
I lurched forward, sitting up in the tub, water spilling over the side. “See! I knew it. I knew he wanted you.”
“I don’t know that he does, and I don’t know if he knows what he wants either. He didn’t say that. He said he’s confused, and that’s all I feel comfortable saying. But I thought you should know. I don’t want to hide anything from you, and I still think Jude knows he and I are only friends.”
Not gonna lie, a part of me wanted to freak out a little, but I didn’t allow myself to. This was Rush—the most honest person I knew. He told me because he cared about me, and he’d also said he didn’t have feelings for Jude that way. I had to trust him. “Okay. Thanks for letting me know. I can give him a few phone numbers if he wants.”
Rush chuckled. “Thanks for understanding.”
“There’s nothing to understand.” We were quiet for a moment, and then I remembered what he had said to me early in the call, those words I hadn’t repeated. “I missed you too,” I admitted.
I just might have been in love with him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Rush
Word from Rush’s trainer is, he’s almost ready to come back and he’ll be even stronger than before!
“You’re doing great. Your range of motion is on point. Your strength is where it should be, if not better. No pain?” my physical therapist asked.
“Nope. None at all. I had some in the beginning, but I haven’t in a couple of weeks.”
“That’s good. Technically, you can take your sling off for short periods of time, an hour here and there, but be easy on it when you do. We’re playing it a little safe here because we don’t want to risk reinjury, so we’ll keep the schedule of losing the sling for good next week. If you do well without it and don’t have any issues, you’ll be released to race a week or two afterward.”
I let out a sigh of relief. Fuck, I missed it. I wanted a bike between my legs and to lose myself on the track, even if there were only a few races left in the supercross season and I had no shot at the championship.
“When the therapist says he can ride soon, his body physically relaxes and the need for speed ignites in his eyes,” Dean teased from where he watched me have physio. He asked a whole lot of questions, which I guessed was his job, but I enjoyed his company too. I believed he wanted to do right by me, motocross, and the LGBTQ community with the piece he was working on.
“Can you blame me?” I asked him.