Page 85 of The Long Game

Jack’s mouth fell open, his chest heaving for air as his hips rose to meet Grady’s.

“God, Jack,” Grady murmured, ducking his head to make out the hint of movement in the shadows between their bellies. His own cock would be flushed dark pink and he wondered if Jack’s was the same. He hadn’t gotten a proper look yet and he was desperate to remedy that.

Jack arched his back and gasped, “Grady.”

Grady swore he would neverget used to the sound of his name on Jack’s lips.

He thrust harder, grasping Jack’s hip with one hand to guide him. They worked in tandem, hips rolling like they’d practiced this dance. Grady’s cock felt too hot from the friction, but it wasn’t going to matter. He was close already.

Jack didn’t even last that long.

With a muffled cry into Grady’s shoulder, Jack arched against him, his legs clamping tight as hot, slippery come filled the space between their bellies.

“Fuck,Jack,” Grady groaned, shuddering as dry friction was replaced with hot, slick skin. Grady shivered hard, and he could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. His balls drew up tight as he moved in quick, filthy circles, rubbing Jack’s come into his own skin. Into his cock.

Jack’s hand slid into his hair, turning Grady’s head so he could whisper in Grady’s ear for a change. “I want you to come on me.”

And, well, there was nothing Grady wanted more than to give Jack everything he asked.

His orgasm roared through him, his arms shaking and hips losing their rhythm. He shoved Jack into the mattress again and again as he added to the absolute mess between them. Jack clung to him, anchoring him as he rode out the dizzying ripples of ecstasy.

They were plastered together from navels to thighs, trying to catch their breath, when there was a soft knock at the door.

“Are you guys awake?” Sam asked quietly.

Grady started to laugh and could feel Jack’s body shaking beneath him.

“I need a bigger fucking apartment,” Grady muttered, then more loudly said, “Yeah, give us a minute.”

He could hear gagging noises from the other room—Colton’s contribution—but he didn’t think they’d been loud enough to give themselves away.

“I’m going to make a run to the Dipsy Doodle Dangle Café,” Sam said through the door. “You guys want the same thing you got yesterday?”

“That would be great,” Grady called. “Thank you.”

“You got it,” Sam said cheerfully.

Grady sighed, nuzzling Jack’s ear as he rolled to the side. The way their skin peeled apart could have been gross, but it made Jack laugh. Grady tugged his shirt off and sacrificed it for the greater good, taking turns wiping up most of the mess while they grinned at each other like a couple of idiots.

“There’s at least one advantage to having a full house,” Grady observed. “Someone else can get breakfast.”

“Do you want my help?”

“With breakfasts?” Grady asked teasingly. “Becauseyes.”

Jack huffed. “With the apartment hunting.”

“Okay, that, too,” Grady agreed. He felt guilty when Jack had already done so much, but he wanted Jack to love the new place since he would, hopefully, be spending a great deal of time there.

Like, maybe even living there?

That was what Grady wanted, but given it was just after dawn on day three of their relationship, it was probably too early for him to be thinking about it, let alone suggesting it.

He kissed Jack softly. “I’ve already written to the owners of this place and asked about the first-floor apartment. I’ve never been in there, but based on the footprint, with the additions off the side and back and what I’ve glimpsed over the years, it’s a lot bigger than this one. Maybe we’ll get lucky and it’s a three-bedroom unit.”

Jack hummed thoughtfully. “Who’s your landlord? Maybe I know them.”

Grady rolled his eyes. “You probably will, you know this whole damn town. Though in this case it’s a company, not a person. Belvedoro Management.”

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