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“Show me.” Trevor bucked his hips gently into Cruz’s touch. “Show me.”
Cruz licked his lips and slid down the bed, kissing every inch of skin he could reach on his way down. Trevor’s skin. Warm and golden and perfect. And his, all his.
Epilogue
“FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.” Trevor ground his erection up against Cruz as he swerved his hips, pressing them together as they dry-humped in the front seat of the expensive car in the empty driveway of the large, fully lit house. “Gonna make me come.”
“No coming.” Cruz bit his bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth to the point of pain before releasing him and lessening the pressure. “Not until we have time to be alone.”
Trevor all but growled, “Fuckin’ tease.”
“You know it.” Cruz chuckled as he trailed his lips down Trevor’s clean-shaven jaw. “I haven’t seen you in almost a month, and you choose to spend our night off having dinner with your family instead of fucking me into the mattress in our hotel room.”
“Screw dinner. I’d rather eat you.”
“Little late for that.” Cruz smirked. “Seeing as how we’re already here.”
Trevor groaned as his boyfriend took advantage of their position to press their cocks together through their clothes. Cruz was right of course. The least Trevor deserved was a little bit of torture. He would expect nothing less.
It had been a long month. Hell, it had been a long year. For the both of them.
He’d been busy with training camp for the Titans. He’d taken a job offer as the assistant manager from Upton the same day he retired from playing. He’d told Upton he was gay, and the older man had told him what happened in his bedroom was his own business. If the rest of the world had gotten that memo, it would’ve been easier, but either way, Trevor wouldn’t change a thing about his life. Except, his job had meant staying in Texas even when Cruz got called up to the majors.
They’d sworn they would make it work, and for the last year, they had.
Sometimes their schedules were crazy. Sometimes they were on opposite coasts bridging impossible time zones. Sometimes getting off with each other on a late-night Skype session was the last thing on either of their minds because their bodies were too damn tired and downright exhausted from a day of playing nine innings. But they talked every day, saw each other when they could, and always made time to say “I love you” and “I miss you.”
Trevor couldn’t wait for the off-season. He wanted Cruz home. He wanted them in the same place, the same state and city and house and bed. He wanted Cruz all to himself. He was sick of sharing him with the world even if he was incredibly proud of the record-breaking rookie season his boyfriend had put together with the Skylines. Men and women throughout Chicago and the entire United States wore jerseys with Cruz’s name and number on the back. He was gorgeous, famous, and talented, and he was all Trevor’s.
Cruz had made it clear to everyone from the moment their relationship had begun. They were together. Even when they were apart.
And when his boyfriend had crawled over the console of the car and into his lap as soon as he slid the vehicle into Park, he’d been happy to see every inch of space between them disappear.
But Cruz was right too. It was too late to back out of dinner. They’d made plans. Driven all the way here, to the middle-of-nowhere Texas, just to have dinner with Trevor’s brother. They’d been parked in the large circle driveway for going on ten minutes now, and Trevor knew if they didn’t get it together and go inside soon someone would be out to give them hell eventually.
Since he didn’t want to be caught with his pants down when Trent got tired of waiting, he pulled back breathlessly. “Babe…”
“I know,” Cruz groaned and gave one last buck of his hips. “We have to go inside.”
“Now,” Trevor agreed. “Before I lose my head and fuck you in the backseat.”
“Mmm, maybe later?”
He chuckled. “Definitely later.”
Cruz gave him one last sweet, lingering kiss, and Trevor basked in the feel of having the man he loved in his arms. Sweet and spicy, he was addicted to the taste of Cruz. He couldn’t help himself. He tangled his hands in the unruly mess of Cruz’s curls and thrust his tongue deep. Cruz groaned and clung to him, giving back as good as he got. Finally, he was the one who pulled away with a gasp.
“Trevor…”
“Fuck, baby. Trent’s just going to have to deal with me sporting a boner through dinner. Either that or we’re going to have to sneak away for a quickie in the bathroom.”
That made Cruz laugh, and the tension finally lessened to a reasonable level in the car. Trevor kissed Cruz on the jaw as they began to disentangle themselves from each other. He helped his boyfriend back into the passenger seat of the car and righted their clothes. He blew out a rough breath and opened the door of the car to step out before he changed his mind and drove them back to the hotel.
Cruz followed suit on the other side, whistling as he came around the front of the car, “Nice house.”
“Ours will be nicer.”
“So competitive.” Cruz chuckled.
