Page 27 of Cherry Picking
“Mhm.” With the hall clear, I give my own dick a firm stroke over my clothes, making sure Griff hears just how turned on I am. “I’ll take care of you at home, baby.”
“You can’t take care of me now?” His tone is teasing but honest. He’s made no surprise out of the fact that the thought of fooling around in the locker room gets him hot, but I’m not willing to risk getting caught.
“So impatient,” I snicker and lower my voice. “If you get in the car and start prepping, I’ll let you play with my dick until we get there.”
I hear a gasp and a curse, and then the door opens to a glaring, flushed Griffin stomping down the hall. I slip my phone into my pocket and fall in line beside him unable to suppress my grin.
“For someone who doesn’t want to be outed,” he grumbles as I rub a hand over his ass and give it a quick squeeze, “you’re sure bold about touching and taunting me.”
The cool night air hits us, and before I drop my hand I smack it against his ass like that was my intention all along.
Someone whistles, and we both turn to see Rory leaning against the building with a lollipop in his mouth. Likely waiting for Mashburn.
“Taking loverboy to his boyfriend’s again?”
I resist the urge to put an arm around Griff and snarl like a rabid dog, and Griff must sense my restraint because he grins.
“Damn right he is. Locke gets hot as hell when I kick ass, so it’s going to be a loooong night.”
Rory laughs and waves us away. I always park in a more desolated area of the lot for reasons just like this: so I can crowd Griff against the passenger door, a hand on his hip, and lower my lips to his neck to suck a rough, claiming hickey.
“Fuck,” he moans with a dark chuckle. “The whole decoy boyfriend thing was your idea; you know that right?”
I graze my teeth over his earlobe, and he rocks his full, tight ass against my hardening dick. “Doesn’t mean I don’t hate the thought of someone touching what’s mine.”
His eyelids flutter, and he smiles sweet before tossing his head on my shoulder and turning his face for a kiss. It’s risky, but I cup a hand over his cheek and claim his needy mouth.
“Guess you’d better get me back and lay claim or I might forget.”
I nip his chin and step away, smacking his ass before rounding to the driver’s seat of the car.
As we drive down the road, the urgency that was thrumming between us dissipates. The need stays strong, but when Griff looks over at me with his goofy, win-drunk smile all I can bring myself to do is reach over to take his hand in mine and bring them to my lips.
“Getting sentimental on me, Easton?” His tone is teasing, but his eyes reflect the same mess of emotions tangled up in my chest.
To tease him back, I bring his hand to my lap and place it over my hard cock. “I’m still going to dick you down when we get home, baby. Humor my foreplay.”
Griffin laughs carefree and boisterously, squeezing me through my slacks. “As long as you fill me up, foreplay as much as you want.” He winks, and I resist the urge to pull off the road and kiss that little smirk off his lips.
“I’ll remember that when I’m on my knees getting you nice and loose with my tongue.”
Dirty talk has never been a forte of mine, but since discovering that it turns Griff to mush, I’ve been practicing—no matter how embarrassed it makes me.
Griff squeezes his fingers around my dick and throws his head back.
“I played my ass off tonight. Don’t I deserve a reward?”
My heart swells as his too long, dusty brown hair falls into his eyes. Ones that soften as I take my hand and draw my fingers through the strands. “Play this good tomorrow, and you can have whatever you want, baby.”
God, do I mean it. I’ll give this man anything he asks for as long as he’s smiling at me like that.
Except for one thing.
My throat nearly seals itself shut, and I focus my attention back on the road.
Two years seems to be my relationship track record, and that would put us at the end of our rope. I refuse to believe it, though, because we’re still going strong.
We play together like a dream, and afterward our apartment is filled with heat and tender caresses.
