Page 94 of The Long Game

“Pink?” he asked, a delighted smile on his face as he traced his fingers over the taut fabric, like the color of Jack’s goddamn underwear was more interesting than the cock pitching a tent beneath it.

Jack bit back a groan and ended up sounding like someone was throttling a goose.

Fucking hell.

Grady buried his nose against the soft cotton and Jack’s knees wobbled. He clenched his shirt in one hand and shoved his other fist into his mouth.

Grady inhaled deeply. “Are you sure we can’t turn the lights on?”

Jack shook with quiet laughter, the sound cutting off with another strangled noise when Grady tucked the waistband ofJack’s briefs beneath his balls and the head of his cock was pulled into the tight, wet heat of Grady’s mouth.

The need to shout almost broke Jack and he bit down hard on his hand. Even that pain wasn’t enough to deter the ecstasy roaring up his spine and down to his toes from the hot glide and sweet, tortuous suction.

He wanted to swear, to cheer. He wanted to grab Grady’s hair and hold on for dear life. But he wasn’t willing to let go of the shirt and risk losing the fucking mind-boggling view of Grady Fucking Dudley Do-Right McDonnough going to town on his cock like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

Grady’s eyes fluttered shut as he pulled Jack deeper into his mouth, and Jack’s own eyes began to water. He wanted to screw them shut and pump his hips, but he held perfectly still and hoped no one else could hear the desperate keening noises coming out of his throat.

He staggered when Grady pulled off, but a big hand steadied him. He stared, wide-eyed, as Grady shoved a hand into his own shorts. He wanted to ask Grady to take his cock out, to let him see, but then Grady was sucking him down again and words were impossible.Breathingwas impossible.

Jack whimpered and Grady groaned, an absurdly happy sound that vibrated up the length of Jack’s cock. His orgasm loomed, building low in his body and curling up his spine and drawing his balls up tight.

He pried his fist from his mouth and gasped, of all fucking things, “We should do blood tests.”

And, well, maybe that wasn’t his finest moment, but it sure as hell seemed to work. With a low grunt, Grady’s eyes screwed shut and his hips jerked. He pulled off Jack, his head falling back, his mouth still open in a perfect O as he came into his own hand.

“Oh fuck,” Jack whispered, grasping his own cock as one of Grady’s hands wrapped around it. He ended up with his fingers curled around Grady’s, guiding the speed and tension while Grady gazed up at him, those big dark eyes glazed with lust and post-orgasmic bliss.

Coming all over Grady’s face hadn’t been Jack’s intention, but he couldn’t pretend he had any regrets.

18

Grady took a couple of hours off work Thursday morning, leaving the boys to take their showers and eat something while he went to pick up Jack’s mother for her orthopedist appointment for her knee. Jack had left for the arena at the crack of dawn to oversee the annual maintenance and repairs on the chillers. The arena kept ice in all year, but there were no bookings for the next week so that, should any issues be found, Jack and his team would still have time to get a decent sheet of ice ready for the kids.

Jack had warned him he could be done by noon, but it could also go quite late. He hoped Jack would be done in time to join him and Colton later for their appointment with the lawyer, but he’d understand if not.

Margaret Chevalier met Grady at the door with a cool smile. “I’m sure I could get one of those Ubers to take me.”

“But that would ruin my day,” Grady assured her, stepping aside as she locked the door. He saw how she’d clung to the doorframe in order to step down onto the stoop and offered her his arm for the final three stairs.

She looked at him curiously, then tucked her hand inside his elbow and passed him her cane so she could grip the handrail with her other hand. “You must have better things to do with your time than taking some old lady to the doctor.”

Grady didn’t know much about orthopedics, but it was clear her knee was only one area of concern. She barely limped, but based on how her nails dug into his arm, her hips might bother her more than the knee. “You’re not just some old lady, and I’m more than happy to help.”

She sniffed, her face settled into a bland, slightly grouchy expression. Grady could tell she was in pain and wondered how much she’d been masking from Jack and everyone else in her life.

The good thing about an early appointment was the doctor hadn’t had time to fall behind yet, so Jack’s mom was in and out of X-ray in a matter of minutes and then went straight in to see the doctor. Grady stood when she came back into the waiting area, trying not to hover while she checked out with the administrator behind the sliding glass window. He was an inveterate eavesdropper, though, and heard the young man assure Margaret that someone would call her about scheduling the surgery.

Margaret cast a furtive look at Grady and nodded. “Fine.”

Grady pursed his lips. He’d talk to Jack about that, too.

The drive home was quiet, and as soon as he parked he jumped from the car and went to open her door. She seemed confused, but took his arm again.

“I met those boys of yours,” she said as they walked to the door.

“They told me. Colton seems to be counting the minutes until he can return and learn French.”

Margaret snorted in a way that reminded Grady of Jack. “I don’t remember agreeing to that.”

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