Page 14 of Catching Him

“Yeah, but it’s cool. What’s up?”

“A bunch of us have thrown together a softball game at the park. Are you in?”

Oakley scrubbed his face. “Yeah. What time?”

Eric shot him a death glare. He couldn’t believe Oakley planned to play ball feeling like this.

Oakley made a calming gesture.

“We’re meeting in two hours. If your man is coming, tell him to bring a chair. You know how it is. It’s literally just us throwing down some bases in the grass.”

“Yeah. I’ll make sure we bring everything.”

“Cool. See you then.”

The call disconnected and Eric tried hard not to lose his shit. “You’re on the edge of death today and you want to play ball?”

Oakley smiled. It was one of his big, goofy ones Eric couldn’t resist.

Eric wanted to punch him.

“Baby. My doctor has advised me to stay as active as possible. Exercise helps with maintaining balance, range of motion, and energy levels. Plus, it keeps the depression at bay. I’m not ready to give up yet. Okay?”

Fuck. He hated Oakley sounded reasonable. He didn’t want his panic and worry to be the thing that made Oakley worse. Eric knew nothing about Oakley’s instructions from his doctor, since he never told him anything. At least he was invited. Eric could watch over him.

“Okay. I trust you.”

Oakley laughed. “Don’t sound so disappointed about it.”

Now Eric felt guilty. “I’m not. I’m just—”

“Adjusting to a new reality,” Oakley finished for him. “I know. Me too. But I’m not ready to give up yet, so please don’t stop believing in me, okay?”

“Never.” Eric kissed his forehead. “I guess we should get up and moving if we plan to go to the park.” He paused as a thought hit. “Whoever that was didn’t say which park.”

Oakley chuckled. “Don’t worry. I know which park Adley meant. We always go to the same one. He’s an old teammate,” Oakley clarified.

Eric nodded. “I remember meeting him at the wedding.”

Oakley rolled to his side. He draped his leg over Eric’s hip and scooted closer. “We don’t have to get up yet.”

Eric’s body immediately responded. “Are you teasing me?”

An evil-looking smile stretched Oakley’s lips. “Have I ever teased you?”

Eric couldn’t think with Oakley looking at him like that. “I don’t know. I’ll think about it later.”

With a shove, Eric was on his back, with Oakley straddling him. Eric sucked in a breath when Oakley rolled his hips, creating fiction between their cocks. Oakley did it again as he buried his face against the crook of Eric’s neck. He sucked as he rocked against Eric.

Eric groaned. “This would be so much better without underwear between us.”

A wicked chuckle rumbled against Eric’s skin. Oakley kept moving against him, refusing to give him more. Eric stayed still and took it because he was too enthralled to move. His breathing turned ragged despite the clothes between them. It was obvious Oakley fully intended to make Eric come in his underwear. He refused to be alone. Eric grabbed Oakley’s hips and lifted, doing his best to drive Oakley crazy. Oakley made a sound that drove Eric to go harder. He used his strength to move Oakley exactly the way he wanted.

Oakley began to pant.

Eric had no mercy.

When Oakley cried out against Eric’s skin, it sent Eric spinning. He gasped and moaned his way through the ecstasy. Eric hadn’t come in his clothes since he was a teen. Life with Oakley was always unexpected.

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