Page 108 of The Long Game

Jack drew him upward. The kiss was long and slow, hands exploring and Jack’s legs curling around Grady’s hips again. Grady slid higher, forcing Jack to tip his head back to keep kissing him, until their cocks slid together.

“God, that feels good,” Jack moaned as Grady thrust, their cocks trapped in the tight space between their bodies.

“Tell me what you want,” Grady murmured.

Jack shook his head and pushed up against Grady. “I can’t…Ican’t,” Jack practically whined.

“What?” Grady cajoled, brushing his lips over Jack’s cheeks and eyelids. When Jack didn’t answer, Grady paused. “Is it, like, super kinky or something?”

Jack’s eye snapped open. “No!”

“It’s fine if it is,” Grady said earnestly.

Jack started laughing. “Oh my god,” he gasped. “You get me so fucking turned on I can’t make words and somehow that means I want kinky things?”

Grady grinned. “Well, there’s nothing wrong with kinky things.”

Jack eyed him. “What if what I want is vanilla?”

“That’s also fine. Frankly, my biggest kink these days is how turned on I get seeing all your kitchen appliances on my counters.”

Jack’s mouth fell open. “Are you serious?”

Grady admitted the truth with a self-conscious shrug. “Yes.”

Jack grinned at him, eyes sparkling with mirth. “Just you wait. I’m going to bring the waffle iron home with me later.”

Grady noted Jack’s use of the wordhomewith elation. “Sounds sexy,” Grady growled, ducking his head to nip at Jack’s neck.

Jack laughed, and Grady grinned against the warm, salty silk of Jack’s skin.

Jack’s body pressed the length of his, the way their cocks rubbed together, was fucking amazing, but the best part was that, at the heart of it all, Jack was still his best friend.

Jack couldn’t remember ever beingthis relaxed in bed with someone. Grady made him laugh in a way he’d never associated with sex. It was easy.Fun. Hookups didn’t work this way, and that was all he’d had for a long time.

Grady nibbled his way down Jack’s neck, making him moan. He clenched his fist in Grady’s hair and tugged.

Grady’s head popped up. His lips were swollen and red, his cheeks flushed and eyes heavy-lidded.

“God, you’re hot,” Jack muttered.

Grady’s eyes widened. The damn man looked genuinely surprised.

“How do you not know this?” Jack demanded, shaking his head and pulling Grady’s lips back to his.

Grady met his kiss eagerly, like he was trying to thank Jack or some shit. Jack might have told him he was ridiculous, butGrady’s weight shifting over him did insanely hot things to his dick and thinking wasn’t really his strong suit anymore.

With a gasp, he broke the kiss and flung an arm out toward the bedside table. Grady blinked at him, clearly struggling to get his brain to come back online. Jack felt better knowing he wasn’t the only one.

Finally, Grady clued, in, reached over Jack’s outstretched arm, and pulled open the bedside drawer. His eyebrows went up.

“Shut up,” Jack muttered, wriggling across the mattress far enough to grab the bottle of lube and slam the drawer shut again.

Grady sat back on his knees. His grin was wicked. “We are so going to explore that drawer.”

Jack huffed, trying to appear exasperated while a shiver of anticipation ran down his spine.

“You like that idea?” Grady asked, his gaze moving from Jack’s face to where his cock lay leaking on his belly.

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