Page 122 of The Long Game

Grady skimmed his lips over Jack’s cheek and down his neck. “Is that good or bad?”

“Fuck,” Jack groaned.

Was that an answer? Grady didn’t know, but it sounded like Jack approved, so he kept going, nipping at the chord of muscle in Jack’s neck and sucking the skin into his mouth.

Jack trailed a hand down Grady’s chest but then seemed to hesitate.

“You’re welcome to do whatever you want,” Grady said in a low voice, “but I should warn you that I may have to stop you pretty quickly, or this is going to be over well before any of that recently procured lube is required.”

Jack chuckled. “That would be a shame. Also, Colton would neverforgive us if we got off on the couch while he’s still using it as a bed.”

Grady buried his forehead against Jack’s shoulder and laughed helplessly while Jack combed his fingers through Grady’s hair.

“Grady?”

“Hmmm…?” Grady hummed, distracted as he dotted kisses along the curve of Jack’s neck and shoulder.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Grady sat back and looked into Jack’s eyes. “I want that, too.”

Jack jumped to his feet, stripping off his shirt and tossing it over his shoulder as he disappeared through the door.

Grady bounded after him, laughing when he stepped into the bedroom and got a face full of Jack’s jeans. He peeled the denim away to find Jack gloriously naked in the middle of the room.

Jack smiled, almost coy, and it hit Grady right in the chest.

God,he loved this man.

Jack eyed Grady. “I’ve learned from my mistakes. You’re wearing entirely too much clothing.”

Grady shucked his clothes, his eyes on Jack’s the whole time. Jack, however, trailed his gaze down Grady’s body as it was revealed.

“You’re gorgeous,” Jack said.

Which was pretty rich coming fromJack. “I’m kind of skinny.”

“Lean,” Jack corrected, stepping closer. “But strong.” He trailed his hands down Grady’s chest, running the pads of his fingers over Grady’s nipples, then cupping his pecs. BeforeGrady could do anything stupid like make a boob joke or, even more embarrassing,flex, Jack’s fingers continued their slow slide down Grady’s abs.

Grady’s workouts had been a lot shorter of late, but he still had definition. Jack seemed to like it, given how his fingers moved over the ridges and planes like he was reading braille.

Jack smiled up at Grady. “Thank you.”

Grady trailed his fingers down Jack’s cheek. “For what?”

“For making it easy.”

Jack could seeGrady wasn’t sure what to make of that.

“I’ve never dated anyone before,” Jack reminded him, hesitating at the surprise on Grady’s face. “I thought you knew that?”

“I figured it was just recently. Or not as an adult, and that you’d dated people when you were younger, maybe.”

“Before I went to prison, you mean?”

Grady nodded.

“I didn’t, actually. I had a girlfriend in high school for about a minute, and we kissed a bunch, but it was pretty clear I was not experiencing the thrill most of my friends couldn’t stop talking about,” he said with a laugh.

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