That gets him to grin, granting me my wish. It’s already too hot here, and his smile is so radiant, it might render the whole damn state uninhabitable—if I were a little meaner, I’d prank him with a Gatorade shower.
But I’m not about to piss off my loving boyfriend who’s forgiving my dickish behavior. Instead, I grab his cute face and kiss him again, making sure to tangle my tongue with his so I can steal some of his energy for the game ahead. He gasps and sighs gently through it all, running his hands along my back to hold me in place, gripping my muscles like he’s trying to remember what they feel like.
“Enough with the handsiness,” I complain quietly, pulling back. “Don’t make me hard in my uniform.”
“Fine, fine.” He lets go, planting his hands on the railing, and I cover them with mine. His skin is so damn soft, and the heat behind it is palpable, even in the scorching sun.
“I, uh, should get back at some point,” I say. “The game’s gonna start.”
“Yeah. I’ll let you go. Score a run for me, babe.” He pecks my forehead, and I melt inside.
“I’ll try my best.”
We share one last, short kiss before I climb down to rejoin the team, already missing Dean but excited for the game ahead.
“Get over here,” Jax says, grabbing my shoulder. He’s about to do the typical camaraderie-coded ass slap, but his hand hovers mid-raise. “Is your guy gonna get offended if?—”
“Nah, go ahead, but only if you use a paddle!” Dean calls out, and I flip the bird at his laughing, retreating figure.
Then I get a smack to my rear, jolting me back to warmups. We’ve got a game to win, and I owe my boyfriend a run.
Today was one of the best days I’ve had in ages. Dean surprised me, of course, but afterward, I scoredtworuns, we won our game against Chicago, and then I came back to my spacious hotel room to make out with my boyfriend until we were both breathless.
And now we’re both half-naked, fully hard, and waiting for room service.
“Come on, let me go,” Dean protests as I lock my arms around his body, letting my weight pin him down on the bed.
“I don’t think so.” I kiss the back of his neck and slide my legs beneath his. “I’m keeping you here.” Feeling his bare skin against mine is fucking unreal.
“You’re an ass,” he mumbles, stilling under my touch and sinking face first into the soft hotelmattress.
Perfect. He’s right where I want him. “You’re such a good boy when you obey.”
“You’re lucky I’m underneath you because I swear to god, I want to spank you until you scream.”
“That’s my team’s job. With a paddle.”
He groans, rolling his head backward into my face. “Are you gonna stop being gross after we have sex?”
“Finally. I knew you’d catch on eventually.”
He wriggles out of my grasp and turns to face me, his dick brushing against mine as soon as we discard our shorts. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve been miserable for the past few weeks,” he says, reaching around and digging his fingers into my ass. “I just wanna warn you—I might be a tiny bit feral.”
“Were the shower pictures not enough for Your Royal Highness?” I clench my cheeks the way he likes. “Needy fuck.”
Dean scoffs a minty breath. “Hey. You’re hot, but feeling you is miles better than seeing you on a screen. And you’ve gotta be getting bored of your hands by now, right?”
My cheeks heat. “Yeah, definitely. Uh, I bought a…something, but I haven’t used it yet.”
“Asomething?” He cocks his head, grinning. “Care to tell me what it is?”
Powering through my blush, I reach into my open suitcase and retrieve an opaque, solid-colored cardboard box. “A sex toy.” I pause when Dean doesn’t laugh, then I clarify, “A dick stroker. I didn’t have space to bring my old stuff, but I got horny one night, and then I regretted it because it felt like I was trying to replace you.”
“Nick.” He shakes his head. “That’s touching, but you really need to stop torturing yourself.”
“Huh. Maybe I won’t let myself come until we move in together.”
Dean narrows his smiling eyes at me. “Stop it. There’s no way you’d last for longer than two days.”
