I groaned as the light from the open windows pierced through my closed lids. My body ached and my head throbbed. I snuggled into the pillow and almost jumped when a deep chuckle came from behind me.
"Not a morning person, huh?"
My head spun around and I groaned as the sudden action caused my head to burst with a blinding pain. The sexy coach from last night was lying on his side with his head in his hand.
"Hi!"
"Erm, hi," I groaned, my throat slightly hoarse.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Well, I've felt better. My head is pounding and my stomach feels like it's doing somersaults … Wait! Why are we in bed together?" I asked.
He laughed as he moved to get up and I couldn't help my eyes from raking over his naked taut body. His ass clenched as he moved around the room and got dressed. Images of last night slowly began to unblur in my head.
"Oh god no!" I groaned as I sat up and buried my face in the covers.
"Everything ok?" he chuckled.
"Did we?" I asked whilst motioning a finger between us.
"Have sex?" he smiled with a wink. "Yeah, we did."
"Oh god! I'm the worst!" I groaned, burying my face again.
"Relax, it's not the end of the world," he chuckled.
"Yes, it is!" I moaned. "I've just broken up with my boyfriend. I've only been here one day and I've already had drunken sex with a random straight guy! How low can I get?"
His laughter continued and I couldn't help but lift my head.
"Why are you laughing?" I demanded grumpily.
Instead of answering, he got up and left the room.
"Hey!" I called after him.
Quickly, I found my clothes and searched for him. The sexy coach was in the kitchen. I groaned as the room filled with the scent of food and my stomach rumbled. He set a plate in front of me and smiled.
"Eat this, it will help with the hangover," he suggested before setting his own down.
I groaned loudly on the first bite and all the rest as well.
"You're killing me, you know that, right!"
I choked a little on my food before turning to him with wide eyes.
"What!"
"You're moaning like you did last night and I now have a very hard problem," he told me.
Instinctively, I looked down through the glass table and gasped. A large outline was straining against his boxers.
"But … you're straight!" I insisted feebly.
"Who said I'm straight?" he asked with a smirk.
"Well … no one, now that I think about it … but you're a high school football coach so I assumed …"
"You assumed I was straight just because I teach high school football?"
I could feel my cheeks heat up as I looked down at my plate. His laughter once again made me look up. When he laughed his eyes lit up which made me smile despite how embarrassed I was feeling.
"Well, this town never really welcomed gay people before, so I thought, since you are a coach that you …"
"Were straight!" he chuckled. "Things here aren't quite as hard as you remember."
He stood up, walked into the living space, picked up a frame and came back. He smiled sadly before handing it to me. There was a slightly younger version of the sexy coach with his arm wrapped around a man. They were lovingly gazing into each other's eyes.
"This is Matthew," he started. "We were together for five years and lived here for the last two of those years."
"Five years? Why did you break up?" I asked.
"We didn't … Matthew died three years ago."
My eyes widened as my cheeks flamed.
"Oh god! I'm so sorry," I called out, gripping his hand.
"It's ok, like I said it was a few years ago now and he was very sick."
My heart broke for him. I suddenly wanted to wrap him in my arms and hold him tight.
"He was sick?" I urged.
"Yeah, he was diagnosed with cancer and they caught it late. It was hard but even when he was at his worst he could make me laugh."
His sad smile made me want to tear up but I resisted.
"Matthew knew how to have a good time. When we met I wasn't exactly closeted but I wasn't confident in my sexuality either. My parents were very religious and had very opinionated views on homosexuality, and probably still do."
"Yeah, I know that a little. Though my family was great, the town wasn't. A lot of people were very homophobic and made me feel like I was disgusting."
"That sounds like my folks. Though, to be fair, they didn't know I was the same as the people they were talking about. When I went away to university, I finally had the chance to be myself. That's where I met your brother."
"We parted ways after college. I went back home and that's where I met him. We got together but it was in secret, everyone just thought we were friends. Matthew was amazing, he never pushed me to be open about my sexuality with my parents but I knew he wanted me to."
"So, one day I did. I told them I was in love and they were excited. Gushing about meeting her, but when I told them it was actually 'him' they froze. I told them I was in love with a man and I wanted them to meet him. They kicked me out, and disowned me almost all in one day."
I watched a stray tear fall down his cheek and I didn't hesitate to wipe it away. He gave me a watery smile and took hold of my hand.
"Matthew was so proud of me and he promised everything would be ok. I started being more open out in public. Many people commented about me but for the most part, they weren't bothered. I think it was mainly my parents that had that view."
"I had two siblings, one older, one younger. The youngest, Mary, was great, she'd come around often and hang with us. Still visits from time to time. My older brother, Hank, came around once, to tell me to stop being public as I was embarrassing our parents. I told him to fuck off, why should I care about parents that don't want me, simply because of who I am."
"Not long after that Blake called me, telling me about the head coach position and Matthew insisted we do it, a fresh start. We moved here, he worked at a local cafe and life was good, until he got sick. It all happened in the space of a few months. He was diagnosed, he rapidly got sick and then he passed away."
"I'm so sorry," I told him. "I can't even begin to imagine."
"Thanks," he smiled. "It's been hard, but we got to do things and say goodbye. He even made me promise I would find love again."
I laughed, really liking the sound of this guy.
"He sounds like he was a really great guy," I offered.
"Yeah, he was," he paused before smirking. "So, have I proven I'm not straight now?"
I laughed, the tension easing from my shoulders.
"Yeah, I guess you have. Still doesn't make what I did any better," I groaned. "I can't even remember your name, how bad is that?"
With a chuckle, he took our plates to the kitchen before coming back and leaning over me. I had no choice but to lean back in my chair and crane my neck to face him.
"It's Cameron, Cameron LeBrea," he breathed before capturing my lips.
The heat of his lips tingled down my body and I found myself responding. His strong hands lifted me effortlessly and I couldn't help wrapping my legs around his waist.
He kissed down my neck, and I moaned loudly. My body felt alive as I arched against him. My back hit the wall before his hard body pressed against mine. My mind was reeling as I responded to his kiss. It was intoxicating.
"You feel so good!" he moaned.
His husky voice went straight to my cock as it twitched against my jeans. I wanted to free it, wanted him to touch me and wanted to run away, all at the same time. He was making me feel things I used to feel with Noah in the beginning and that scared me.
"We should stop!" I panted.
Cameron paused but then continued working on my weak spot. He nipped and licked at my neck.
"Yeah, we probably should," he mumbled against my neck.
He moved back but didn't release me. His eyes twinkled as he smirked at me.
"Something tells me you don't actually want to, though."
I scowled, "Just because I'm hard doesn't mean …"
He kissed me to shut me up.
"I didn't mean it like that. I mean I can't actually let you go even if I wanted to."
My eyebrows crossed as I looked down at our bodies. He had his hands under my thighs and he'd stepped us away from the wall. It was me that wasn't letting him go. My arms were tightly gripped around his shoulders as my legs locked around his waist. With a blush, I slowly released him and he helped me stand.
Cameron didn't let go of me though. He took my hand and guided me to his couch.
"Eli, I get that you're getting over a breakup and you came here to sort things out. Last night isn't something to be ashamed of. We're both adults and this doesn't have to mean anything other than stress relief, if you don't want it to."
"Really?" I asked tentatively.
"Yeah, really. I'm not going to demand you put a ring on my finger since you took my virginity or something," he teased.
I couldn't help but laugh, for a big imposing guy he could be a real goofball.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"No problem," he smiled. "I'm here anytime."
Cameron waggled his eyebrows at me and I laughed again. He wasn't what I expected at all.