But then Ramsey stretched and Nate easily caught him up, lifting him to his feet. “I . . .” Ramsey’s eyes were still wide,shocked. Like he couldn’t believe he’d come like that either. Somehow Nate knew it wasn’tthatsurprising that he’d given Nate a blowjob in the kitchen. But the rest? Nate knew he’d be stuck on that.
“Damn, I think that’s gonna have to be my new routine,” Nate teased, tugging Ramsey close so he couldn’t wiggle away.
Ramsey’s head tilted closer to his. He still was looking over Nate’s shoulder, not meeting his eyes, but he also wasn’t running.
“I think . . .I think you should go strip down. Find some clean clothes—”
“Your clothes aren’t going to fit me,” Ramsey said matter-of-factly.
“No, but I’m going to enjoy seeing you in them anyway,” Nate said, deciding that if Ramsey was being blunt, he could meet him there.
The corner of Ramsey’s mouth tilted up in a smile. “Yeah?” He still seemed a bit sheepish. Embarrassed, clearly.
“It’s going to be hot,” Nate said steadily, “but you know what was even hotter?”
“Hmm?” Ramsey asked.
“Watching you get so worked up you came in your pants, just from blowing me.”
Nate had never seen Ramsey blush before, but he was rewarded now, with the reddish tinge creeping across his cheeks. “Come on,” he said.
“I mean it,” Nate said, leaning in and giving him a quick, hard kiss.
“You don’t have to say that for me,” Ramsey scoffed.
Of course Ramsey was going to be a tougher nut to crack than that. “How about I’m saying it because it’s true?”
Ramsey stared at him for a long moment. Nate felt like he was trying to see straight into his soul, into his heart—and maybehe could. Maybe what Ramsey saw there was going to freak him out, but there was no way to change how he felt.
But instead of tensing or finding another reason to run, Ramsey relaxed.
“Alright,” he said. He raised an eyebrow and asked archly, “AnythingI want to wear?”
“Sure,” Nate said, already turning to the pot on the stove. “I’ll get dinner plated up.”
When Ramsey came back ten minutes later, Nate shouldn’t have been surprised, but he still burst out laughing and then had to pin Ramsey to the counter and kiss him about it, fingers digging into the sweatshirt with Nate’s name and number emblazoned on the back.
“You’re incorrigible,” Nate said when he was finally able to drag his mouth away from Ramsey’s.
Ramsey grinned. “Just the way you like me.”
And Nate was beginning to realize how true that really was.
Chapter 14
Nateshouldn’thavebeeneven the tiniest bit surprised that waiting for him after the game against the 49ers was a whole string of texts from Ramsey.
He’d been offering more and more opinions of late—similar to how Nate was feeling more comfortable speaking up when they watched hockey together—but this was a new high.
Have a good game,was the text that kicked off the thread.
Then,looking hot, baby.Followed by,is it wrong to get turned on watching you tackle some other guy to the ground?
Especially when that guy is McCaffrey.
Nate laughed out loud, and several teammates glanced over his way, including Wes.
“He doing it to you now, too?” Wes asked, gesturing towards the phone in Nate’s hand.
