Page 84 of The Long Game

He wished he had a way to express how grateful he was for Jack’s support. Anything he’d come up with so far felt inadequate or inappropriate—not that he wasn’t willing to buy Jack flowers and give him a blow job or twenty, but he wanted to do more.

Jack’s hips wriggled and he hummed, the sound warm and sexy. “Someone is awake.”

Grady smiled against the top of Jack’s head. “Do you mean me or my dick?”

A quiet snort of laughter issued from somewhere beneath Grady’s chin. “It sounds like the answer is both.”

Grady leaned back, ducking his head to try to get a look at Jack’s face. “How do you feel about morning breath?”

Jack tilted his chin up, and Grady wondered if it would evernotfeel like a punch to his solar plexus to hold so much beauty in his arms. Jack looked bemused. “I don’t know.”

Grady blinked. He didn’t know how he felt about morning breath? Did that mean he’d never…

Before he could finish putting the thought together, Jack leaned up and kissed him. Grady cupped the side of Jack’s face, their tongues meeting tentatively at first. Whatever reticence there had been was quickly overcome, and soon Grady was on his back, Jack sprawled half on top of him.

Jack pulled back, lips swollen and cobalt eyes hot. “I guess I don’t mind it.”

Grady’s brain was fried. “What?”

“Morning breath,” Jack clarified, shifting his hips against Grady’s.

“Can I help you with something?” Grady teased.

Jack’s eyes sparkled in the low light. “I don’t know,canyou?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Not make me talk about sexy stuff at oh-dark-thirty?” Jack shot back with a smirk.

Grady laughed, though he kept the volume down for fear of waking the boys. “I like talking about sexy stuff pretty much any time of the day.”

Jack kissed him again, murmuring against his lips. “I like it, too. The things you say.”

Grady clutched Jack’s hip, the tips of his fingers shifting the scrap of stretchy fabric Jack called underwear. “Well, then, I’ll whisper, and you can just listen, okay?”

Jack nodded and caught Grady’s mouth in another kiss. The movement of his hips got more agitated, like he was a little frantic at the prospect of Grady whispering in his ear.

Grady slid a hand into Jack’s thick hair and towed him closer, dragging his mouth over Jack’s cheek, dropping little kisses as he went. Jack squirmed against him and Grady dug his fingers into Jack’s hip.

He nuzzled Jack’s ear. “I want to do whatever feels right to you.”

Jack shuddered, his neck arching. Grady nipped at the taut cord of muscle, careful not to leave any marks. He would have to determine how easily he could mark Jack up and where, but Jack’s neck on a Tuesday morning wasn’t the way to begin.

With a tug to Jack’s hair, he brought the shell of his ear close. “I love these little briefs,” he murmured, tucking his fingertips into one leg hole. “Do you want to leave them on? Or can I—”

“Off,” Jack rasped, reaching for them with the hand that wasn’t propping him on top of Grady. Together they shoved the fabric down around Jack’s thighs and his soft cotton sleep shirt up to his armpits. “Yours, too,” Jack added.

They wrestled Grady’s clothes out of the way, giggling like a couple of kids as they battled their clothes, the covers, and wayward limbs.

Grady pressed his mouth against Jack’s neck to muffle his groan at the feeling of Jack’s cock, hot and hard against his hip. “God, Jack, I want you under me.”

Jack whimpered, but there was a hint of growl, too. As soon as he nodded, Grady flipped him onto his back.

Jack’s eyes flew open with surprise, then he towed Grady into another kiss and spread his legs.

Grady could die happy with Jack’s thighs wrapped around him. The skin against his hips felt like hot silk and Grady wanted to spend a week sucking up marks and lavishing attention on just those two places.

He settled on his elbows, keeping most of his weight off Jack and shifting until his cock ran the length of Jack’s between their bodies.

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