Page 121 of The Long Game

Sam poked his head around the corner. “I’m fully committed to kicking their asses.”

Grady grinned. “Big talk. You sure you can back it up?”

Sam winked. “You bet I can.”

“Uh, also, how about this?” Colton shyly handed Jack a pale lemon-yellow paint chip.

“This will be perfect,” Jack said. “I have almost the same color in my bedroom.”

While Colton raced off to look at something Sam wanted to show him, Grady pictured Jack spread out on his snow-white sheets, a vision of bold blue ink and smooth pink skin. He tucked his lips near Jack’s ear. “Tell me what you want to do tonight and I’ll do it.”

Jack shivered. “You’re evil.”

“You have to tell me, though. Otherwise, it’s painting and takeout.”

“God, that sounds awesome, too. Can’t we do both?”

“That can be arranged. Anything can be arranged, if you tell me what you want.”

“I want you.”

“That, you’ve got.”

Jack curled a fist in Grady’s t-shirt, gaze sultry. “Hope you remembered to buy more lube.”

One of the best and worst parts of Grady’s propensity for talking about sexy stuff was how badly it could backfire on him. His knees felt like jelly as he took in Jack’s pink cheeks and his glorious, hot blue gaze. “I did,” he said, though it came out as a whisper.

Jack smiled. “Good.” Then he walked away.

Grady had to put a hand on the shelf at his back and take a deep breath before he could follow.

He should have asked Colton if they could head over to the Smythe-Morrison household early, because the two hours that followed may have been the longest of his life.

They did, however, get the paint samples up on the walls in the boys’ rooms, and both were happy with their choices. They’d check again in the morning, and if they were still pleased, they should be able to start painting.

And bythey, Grady meant whoever Jack hired to do it—because, of course, he knew someone. Grady had to work and they all had the clinic on Wednesday and Grady was desperately hoping to move in over the weekend. Mike and Alexei, in the course of a single day, had already done a huge portion of the tiling. Alexei informed them, proudly, that Mike was a wizard with the tile saw and layouts.

Grady was suitably impressed. He was also fully prepared to move in with ongoing construction mere feet from his bed, if it meant being able to spread out a little. Mike and Alexei assured him they’d be done and not to worry.

The next challenge was furniture, but Grady was going to worry about that shit another day.

Tonight, he had a gorgeous boyfriend and a fresh bottle of lube to occupy his mind.

The boys dashed out of the apartment ten minutes before they were due on the other side of the city. Sam having his own car meant Jack and Grady didn’t even have to get off the couch. Jack was tucked under Grady’s arm, slowly sipping his beer. Grady had stuck with water.

The moment the door closed behind Colton, Jack put his beer on the coffee table and turned to Grady.

Grady wasn’t sure who kissed whom. All he knew was Jack’s tongue dancing over his, and Jack’s hands carding into his hair, and the long, hot length of Jack’s body climbing into his lap.

Grady’s heart leaped at Jack’s low moan buzzing against his lips, the needy sound pumping blood into his cock. He’d been on edge for hours, and now that Jack was in his arms, kissing him, he felt like a bomb with a very short fuse.

He reached between them to adjust himself.

Jack chuckled against his lips. “Having a problem?”

“Nothing about kissing you will ever be a problem,” Grady told him.

Jack kissed him again, gripping Grady’s hair a little tighter. “You say the damnedest things.”

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