Immoral by Nicole Dykes

Wakingup next to Grady is something I could easily get used to. Which is fucking terrifying. Before I get too lost in watching his sleeping form sprawled out next to me, my phone rings, and I groan when I see it’s Jenny.

“Fuck me.”

“I’m up for it.”

I roll my eyes and chuckle when I’m met with a grin from my best friend and then grab my phone, answering it. “Hey, Jenny.”

“Oh, you’re alive. Good to know.”

I stretch, ignoring her tone because that’s just Jenny. “Yeah, lucky you. What’s up?”

“My. Cock.” Grady’s voice is quiet, but I still give him a shake of my head as he starts to trail kisses down my bare torso. Still, I don’t tell him to stop.

I’m not fucking stupid.

“You have the parade. In two fucking hours. You need to get your ass here.”

“Fuck.” Grady looks up at me with a curious look.

“The parade,” I say to Grady, but it’s Jenny who speaks next, probably thinking I’m talking to her.

“Yes. The parade. A victory parade in your honor.”

“And the team’s.”

Grady’s lips trail over my stomach and then back up, leaving kisses over the short beard I have going now.

“Yeah, whatever. I don’t get paid for any of them. So, as far as I’m concerned, it’s your victory.”

I nod absently as Grady starts to suck on my neck, and I can’t find any fucks to give about anything Jenny is saying. “I’ll be there.”

“You need to be early, Ryan. I mean it. Get your ass up and go.”

“Fine.” I hang up, placing my phone next to me and gripping the back of Grady’s hair, pulling his mouth to mine for a hungry good-morning kiss.

“Good morning.” He grins but doesn’t pull away, and my hand is still in his hair. “Parade is today?”

I nod, not wanting to go. “I’d rather stay here with you.”

“Nope.” He kisses my lips again and then jumps off the bed. “We’re going to that fucking parade. You earned it. You worked your ass off for it.”

I notice the hard-on he’s sporting in his sweats and stand up, slipping my hand under the waistband and grabbing his long cock. “I’d rather play.”

“Fuck, Ry,” he whispers as I start to stroke his length. But then his hand captures my wrist. “Parade. When does it start?”

“Two hours. We have time.”

He swallows, his eyes lowering to where I’m still grasping his erection. “No. Coffee. Parade. Then back here.”

I reluctantly release him because I can see I’m not going to win this argument even if he’s tempted. “Coffee?”

“Yeah, I know a place.” I roll my eyes, but he slaps my ass. “Come on. Shower. Then coffee.”

Thankfully, he agrees to a mutual jerk off session in the shower because who the fuck doesn’t have time for that? Seeing him watching me as I stroked my dick until I came was one of the hottest things in my life, but I know there’s a hell of a lot more to come.

When we get to the coffee shop, we’re greeted by Justin and his bubbly personality, but Grady cuts in front of me this time. “Well, good morning, Justin.”

Oh. Fuck.“Good morning, Mr. Bell. Black coffee for you today?”

Justin is just as sunny as always, but I see a flicker of something ornery in Grady’s eyes. “No.” He looks over at me and then back to Justin with a shit-eating grin on his handsome face. “You know, I’ve really been into trying new things lately, Justin. What would you recommend?”

Justin seems to take this as a barista challenge, but I know what Grady is really talking about, and it isn’t coffee. “Well, let me think.” Justin puts his finger on his chin. “Since you’re used to plain coffee, I wouldn’t get too crazy right away.”

Grady eyes me with hunger, making my dick stir in my jeans—the motherfucker—and then moves his attention back to Justin. “I don’t mind getting crazy, exploring my options.”

His voice has a low sultry tone. I look at Justin, who’s noticeably flushed but uncertain. “Um . . . sure.” His voice cracks, and I’m two seconds away from ripping Grady out of here. What the fuck is he doing? “In that case, I recommend the latte macchiato. It’s my specialty.” He smiles at me. “I’ve been trying to get this guy to try it for a while now, but the calories scared him away.”

Grady’s eyes drag over my arms and torso in a lazy, way too dangerous way before he turns his attention back to Justin. “Yeah, I guess you don’t get that body with those kind of drinks.”

“Jesus Christ,” I say it low enough, but Grady hears me.

“Um.” Justin is clearly flustered now. “Right.”

“I’ll take my usual, Justin. Thank you.”

He busies himself with our order, and I turn to Grady, my jaw clenched. “What the hell are you doing?”

He shrugs. “Just having a little fun.”

Bullshit.

We grab our coffees, and I pay, walking outside with Grady toward my truck before I dig into what the fuck that was. “Seriously? Fun. He’s a nice guy. What are you trying to do?”

“Nice?” Grady’s eyes meet mine, and I see fire in them. Not fun. Just fucking fire. It’s hot, I’m not going to lie.

“Yeah. Nice.”

“He wants to fuck you. Or you to fuck him. Whatever. And it’s bullshit . . .” he says, standing too fucking close so he can look me right in the eye, and it’s intense, too intense for being out in public, “that I can’t just pull you into my arms and let that fucker know that you’re mine.”

“Yours?” I nearly choke the word out.

“Mine.” His voice is a deep growl that shoots straight to my already interested dick.

But before I can respond, a car pulls up, and I instinctively back up and turn away before the photographer jumps out.

Fuck. That was too close.

“Hey, Ryan. You guys on your way to the parade?”

“You know it!” Grady shouts out, holding up his cup of coffee, winking at the camera before climbing into the truck.

I’m too flustered and way too hard to answer as I retreat behind the wheel and start the truck, closing the door.

“You better wave to the camera or they’re going to peg you as an asshole.”

“Goddamn it.” I know he’s right and make sure to plaster a fake smile on my face, giving a wave before pulling out of my parking spot.

Fucking Grady. He’s going to out me less than an hour after waking up in bed with me for the first time.