“As you may have noticed, I’ve been playing like shit, so I’m going to get laid tonight and see if that breaks my streak.” He waggles the phone, flashing the Grindr app before he puts it in his pocket.
“Ooh, get it, bro,” Crosby calls out.
Chance pumps his hips. “Break the streak.”
Sullivan whistles. “Guess you got on Grindr after all. And I’m sure your hookup appreciates your commitment to baseball.”
Grant laughs, then high-fives everyone.
Myself included. “It was fun playing with you for, what, four weeks? See you in September when we pummel you.”
My guy leaves.
Fifteen minutes later, I yawn. “I’ve got a six a.m. flight, and I want to impress my new team, so I need some shut-eye.”
I say my goodbyes to the folks who have been like my brothers, then I get into my car, suitcase already packed, and I head for the hotel near The Lazy Hammock.
I park, grab my overnight bag and walk to a suite in the corner with an outside entrance. It’s private. No hallways. No one here we know. No one to see us go into a room together or leave together.
My pulse spikes as I near the door, slide my card key across it, then head inside.
I drop my bag by the bathroom, turn the corner, and groan.
Grant is stretched out on the bed, naked as a jaybird, lazily stroking his cock. The card key I gave him to get in the room is on the nightstand. The ends of his dark blond hair are wet.
“Merry Christmas to me,” I say, as I kick off my shoes, tug off my shirt, and climb over him. Dropping my lips to his, I kiss the fuck out of him. His hands slide into my hair, curling around my head, and he yanks me closer.
The only place I want to be.
His legs wrap around me. “Yes, gimme this banging body,” Grant murmurs as his arms hook around me while I bury my face in his neck, kissing him there, inhaling that sexy clean scent, the just-showered smell I dig.
But I love him dirty too.
Love him sweaty.
Love him smelling like a sexy beast of a man who needs me the same way I need him.
We kiss for ages, all over.
Necks, jaws, earlobes.
Pecs, stomachs, throats.
The difference this time is we aren’t frenzied. We aren’t kissing like the world is ending.
Even though we’ve barely had a chance to figure shit out, we’ve figured out this much—tonight feels like it could be the start of something rather than the end of everything.
I slow our kissing. Raising my face, I take a second to admire his swollen lips, his kiss-drunk smile, the twinkle in his eyes.
Grant shoots me a dirty grin. “Are you just going to tease me all night, or are you going to let me fuck you?”
Pleasure jolts down my spine in a hot rush, but as much as I want to get naked with him, I want something else too.
I want him in November.
And I don’t want to leave this up in the air. We didn’t have time to talk about the details earlier. Now we do, and I want to lock this in.
So, I push up on my arms, brace myself on my palms, and stare down at the rookie. “What are you doing in November?”
“Umm . . . napping. Taking a long-ass vacation somewhere warm. Am I supposed to say golf? I don’t think I like golf, but maybe reading on a beach. I’ve always wanted to go to Miami. Relax on the sand, get lost in some books,” he says, then his tone wavers, worry flickering in his beautiful eyes. “That is, if I make the roster.”
My heart squeezes for him. I bend closer, brush a soft kiss to his cheek. “You’ll make it. You just need to focus, babe. OK? Trust me on this. Just focus on baseball. You’ve got it.”
“I hope so,” he says, his voice thin. Then he draws a deep breath, exhales. “I remember what you said though. When we started working out. Relationships are distracting. Especially your rookie year. You cut yours off.”
“I did.” But Kyle wasn’t Grant. Grant is a galaxy away from Kyle. Grant is the guy I’d move mountains for. Grant is the best thing I’ve ever had. But I don’t want to be the worst thing for him, so I nod, firmly. “Best decision I ever made. I had a great rookie year. I want you to have a great rookie year.”
“I just want to make the team.”
“You will. Keep your eye on the prize,” I say, then I nuzzle his neck, whispering against his skin, “But come November, all that stuff you’re doing, like reading on the beach?” I lift my face, meet his eyes. “Do it with me.”
Grant arches a brow, his lips curving in a grin. “Are you asking me to be your sidepiece in the off-season?” He’s sarcastic, feisty Grant again.
I shake my head. “I’m asking you a real question. And it’s important.”
My chest clutches. My nerves spiral. But I’m in this. I’m so in this.
Grant scoots up, his expression turning serious. “You want me to be your boyfriend? Like, when the season is over? When you do your fling thing?” His questions come out analytically, like he’s taking stock, writing a pros and cons list.
I can’t read him. Can’t tell if he’s about to turn me down or stake his claim on my time. My heart gallops to my throat. Have I read him wrong? Does he not want this? Worry trips through my questions, but I ask them anyway. “Yes. What do you think? Want to meet me in Miami?”
My guy’s blue eyes twinkle as he nibbles on the corner of his lips. “I’m going to ignore you so hard till then. Then when November rolls around, I am going to find you on the beach and kiss the fuck out of you.” He sighs happily. “But nothing during the season, right? We’ve got to focus on baseball during the season.”
I smile, glad he’s on the same page I am. “One hundred percent.”
“I waited years for a guy like you. I can wait all season for you,” he says, his voice stitched with a vulnerability that cracks my heart wide open.
“I’ll wait for you, rookie.”
I press a quick kiss to his lips, and he smiles, like he’s as happy as I am. Like he’s as lovestruck as me. “Guess we broke our ground rules,” I murmur.
“Pretty sure we just smashed through every single one of them,” Grant says with a grin.
“And I have no regrets.”
“Me neither. I told you I wouldn’t regret you.”
“I could never regret you, Grant Blackwood,” I say then shuffle off the bed, popping open the button on my jeans, enjoying the way he rakes his gaze over me as I get naked for him.
I give him a show, pushing my jeans down over my hips, my boxer briefs following, my cock springing free. I give my shaft a tug.
The second he sees how much I want him, he’s panting and moaning, gripping his dick, stroking it nice and hard for me.
I push my jeans and briefs to the ground, step out of them.
Then I grab the lube from my bag, toss it to my guy, and get in bed, landing on my back.
“Are you ready to fuck a man for the first time?” I ask with a groan.
He runs his fingers along my jaw. “I’m ready to fuck the man I’m crazy for.”
“Mmm. Me too, babe. Me too.” I draw him in for one more kiss, hoping he feels everything. Hoping he knows I’m falling madly in love with him.
But that word—love. It’s so hard to say. Too hard to voice. Too out of control. All I can do is come close. Dangerously close. “I’m falling for you. And I want to fuck and fall tonight.”
“Fucking and falling sounds perfect.” My lover moves down the bed, between my legs, and gets to work on prepping me.
“Such a fast learner,” I praise as he slides his fingers in me, opening me up.
“I have a really good teacher,” he murmurs as he crooks a finger, making me arch into his talented hand.
Making me moan.
Gasp.
Hiss.
Then, when he drops his lush lips to my dick, I thrust up into the warm paradise of his mouth.
Mmm. The things I want to do with his mouth. But he takes his mouth away, lets go of
my cock, and licks the head, his eyes like blue flames.
“I want to watch you jerk off some time, Deck. I want to shoot all over you. I want to do everything with you,” Grant says, then brings the head of my dick back into his mouth as I touch myself, trailing my hands up and down my body as he scissors his fingers in me, lighting me up.
“I want to feel all the things you can do with that wicked tongue,” I moan, and he lets go again, eases out his fingers, climbs up me. He plants his hands on each side of my face and stares at me like he wants to eat me for breakfast.
“You want me to taste you everywhere, Deck? Lick you all over? Fuck your ass with my tongue?”
This man and his filthy mouth. His dirty mind. “You’ve come so far,” I say as my cock twitches, throbbing as a drop of pre-come leaks from the tip. “And yes, I want that. Save it for me, rookie. Save that wicked mouth for me. I want that so badly.”
Grant dips his face to me. “I’d do it now,” he says, sounding so aroused. “Lick you everywhere. Eat you.”
His cock slides along my stomach, leaving a trail of arousal, and that’s what I want. Him in me. “Mmm. I want that with you. Giving and getting. But I’m gonna want to come that way if you get that wicked tongue near me,” I say, my voice all smoky. I lift my face closer to his, haul him against me, paint his lips with mine. Then I break the kiss. “Right now, I want to be close to you. I need you inside me.”
Grant shudders, his skin flushing, his body vibrating, his desire rolling off him in waves.
He reaches for a condom, opens it, and slides it down his shaft. “First time I’ve ever worn one of these,” he says, kind of in awe, reaching for the lube and adding more to the protection.
My God, it’s so sexy to watch him do that. Safe sex is the hottest thing ever.
Except that’s not true. Safe sex with Grant is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
When he’s covered, I lie down, reach for the back of my thighs and lift my legs in the air.
He settles between my thighs, and I help him along, guiding his cock against me, my knees up, my body open.
Ready for him.
And my God, does he look a sight.
Turned on, aroused, and ready to have the man he’s falling for too.
“Fuck me, rookie. I’m yours.”
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Grant
I’m shaking with lust.
Trembling with desire.
He’s so gorgeous, so sexy, and he’s here. Giving his body to me. I don’t want to let him down. I want to make it so good for him. Want him to feel as incredible as I do.
With my weight on my knees, and one hand on the bed by his shoulder, I rub the head of my cock against his ass.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs.
For a second, the fear of hurting him needles my mind. “Will you tell me if you don’t like it?”
“I promise, but I’m gonna love it.” Declan’s dark eyes are fevered, frantic with desire as he urges me inside.
I believe him completely.
And I push in, the crown of my cock breaching his body.
His reaction is all my fantasies. All my wet dreams.
“More, give me more,” he commands, his voice thick with lust.
The feeling is nearly indescribable. I’m made only of sensations. Of heat, of electricity, of white-hot magic.
Then I sink deeper and deeper still, and holy fuck.
I’m there.
I’m inside my man.
This is where I belong.
My muscles quake from how staggeringly intense this is, him gripping me, me filling him. “This is insane,” I whisper.
“You feel so good,” he groans as he widens his legs more, opens himself up, lifts his ass higher.
And holy fuck. Holy hell. Holy bliss.
My balls are singing hallelujah. My dick is conducting an erotic symphony. And I am dying, just dying, from the utter perfection of this moment.
I’m fucking the man I’m in love with.
And he’s fucking me right back.
He lifts and rocks.
I pump and thrust.
Rolling my hips, I go deeper, pressing my hands against the mattress. “Yes,” I grunt since once again, words escape me.
But not him. The man is a champion talker in bed, and he ropes his arms around my back and tugs me closer. “You feel incredible,” he moans, all soft and desperate. “I love the way you’re fucking me.”
I tremble everywhere, up and down my body, from his words of praise.
“You like this?” Declan asks on a ragged groan.
“Oh God, I love it,” I say, recovering speech, because how can I not tell him?
This is everything.
A shudder rolls through me as I indulge in several long, slow strokes, and my man just moans and groans.
Then, he shoots me a daring look, parts his lips and says, “You like . . . this?”
And he clenches his ass around my cock. I grunt, sounding like an animal as pleasure spins wickedly in me, hitting me full throttle. “You cocktease. I’m gonna come if you do that,” I rasp.
Declan reaches for me, hands grabbing my face, staring hard at me, lust in his eyes. Passion laces his dark gaze. “I want you to come, rookie. Want to watch you lose control.”
“You first,” I beg. “Please.”
He drags me close, spears my mouth with his tongue, and rolls his hips, working me with that sexy body, and sending me toward the edge.
I’m aching to come as I plunge in deep.
Sweat slicks down his chest. “You want me to jack myself?” he asks. “Are you close?”
I give a few deep thrusts. “You have no idea.”
He lets go of my face, reaches for his cock, and grips it hard, stroking fast.
In a blur.
I nearly blackout from how lethally sexy this is.
I just . . . I never . . .
I’m on another planet, in another solar system, as pleasure throbs through me while Declan jerks himself under me, groaning, tossing his head back, losing his mind to the sensations he’s bringing himself, to the sensations I’m bringing him.
To everything.
To us.
“Yes, fucking yes, coming now.” He shudders, hot jets of come spilling all over his hand.
Need overcomes me. I’ve got to have his release.
“Gimme,” I say, mouth open, waiting.
Declan lifts his hand, and I suck off his orgasm, getting high on the taste as he urges me on. “Come in me, babe.”
My orgasm wracks my body, hammering its way through me as I curse and shout incoherent cries of bliss as I climax even higher than I did last night.
Then, he’s right here with me, his mouth soft and tender, his lips seeking mine, somehow sealing all this impossibly hard, rough, passionate sex with a kiss that reminds me this is not the end.
It’s a whole new beginning.
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Declan
Sex makes me hungry. Especially when I haven’t eaten in hours. After we shower, we walk across the street to The Lazy Hammock.
It’s like a safe house.
Plus, if someone sees us here, I can live with it, but I doubt it’ll be a teammate.
Once inside, River looks up from the bar, his brown eyes welcoming. He pushes his floppy hair off his forehead, then hustles over. “Good to see you two again. Table on the deck? In the far corner?”
“Yeah, same as last time, thanks,” I say since that spot felt the most out of the way.
The owner pats my arm, then winks at Grant. “Absolutely. Did you guys enjoy the day? I went hiking up Camelback Mountain, and if you haven’t done that yet, it’s a must. We have the best hiking here and fantastic views.”
“No. But I’ll give it a try next time I’m in Phoenix,” I say.
“And don’t you dare forget the Grand Canyon. Sunset there is sooo romantic,” he says with a wink as he guides us to the deck.
River doesn’t mention b
aseball at all. And I love it. I love that he’s simply an ambassador for the state of Arizona. When we reach the table in the corner, away from prying eyes, he shoots us both a grin as we sit. “By the way, it makes me so happy to see you two together again.” He clasps his hand to his chest. “Can I take the credit? I kind of feel like Cupid.”
Grant laughs. “Maybe you can.”
I reach for Grant’s hand across the table, taking it in public view.
Fine. This isn’t like kissing him at a ballpark.
But that’s not the point. I’m just making my intentions known in as public a way as I can.
River awws happily. “Let me know when you two want to order.”
“Actually, I’m ready,” I say, and I order a chicken salad and Grant opts for chicken and veggies.
“Athlete food,” I say, once River leaves.
Grant pats his belly. “Gotta keep the abs tight both for baseball and for this guy I’m seeing in November.”
“This guy you’re seeing likes you for more than your abs,” I say, feeling a little like an infatuated fool.
“But the abs help,” Grant says in a conspiratorial whisper, then he sends me a shy smile. “Is this our official first date? Kind of out in public and everything?”
“Seems it is.” I squeeze his hand harder. He squeezes back.
“Do you think any of the guys figured it out? That I was leaving to see you?”
I shake my head. “No, but you better play well tomorrow. So I’ll know I broke your streak.”
His grin is magnetic. “You broke my never-been-laid streak.”
I crack up. “So, what’s the verdict? You like topping me?”
“I love it. I love it all. I love sex. I want to have sex every night, every day. I want to do it again and again and again with you. I think you made me addicted to it.”
I growl. “Good. I want to service your addiction.”
“Service me all you want, Deck,” he says, letting my nickname roll around on his tongue.
“Still turns me on the way you say it,” I murmur.
“Good. Everything about you turns me on.” His brow knits. “But I have a question. That whole thing with you and sliders?”
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