Immoral by Nicole Dykes

“So,it’s officially over with Vicky.” I look up at the sound of Grady’s voice. He’s freshly showered and wearing only a pair of gray sweats that makes my fucking mouth water.

I’m drained after today. Jenny wasn’t thrilled with my interview performance, but she doesn’t seem to suspect that Grady and I are anything other than good friends. Thank fuck because I don’t think I can take much more right now.

All I want to do is turn my mind off and get lost in Grady for the next three weeks. But I can’t stop thinking about what happens after that. He’s leaving for six months. Then, if I’m lucky enough to get a contract, I’ll be on a crazy-ass traveling schedule myself after that.

I break through my thoughts to ask. “Oh, yeah?”

He sits next to me on my bed. “Yeah.” He hands me his phone, and I see the headline immediately which states that Vicky is now dating a redhead who works at her local gym.

A female redhead. I look at him in surprise. “She’s a lesbian?”

He nods. “Officially, she didn’t know until she met this woman. But unofficially, she’s always known, and her show wasn’t cool with it.”

Motherfucker. This world just keeps getting better and better.

“That’s why you dated her?”

He nods, putting his phone down and leaning back against my headboard. “They needed to clean up my image a bit, and Vicky . . . Well, the show thought she needed a boyfriend because people were getting suspicious.”

“Suspicious that she was a lesbian?”

“I guess. I don’t fucking know. I knew who she was even if I wasn’t a fan of her show. Waylon approached me about a date with her. And before I knew it, we were in a fake relationship.”

“So, how are you being portrayed in this whole thing?” Everything is fucking fake. I know that now. Without a doubt, his role in this is being spun by someone behind the scenes.

Puppets are all we are.

“The understanding ex who loved her but wants her to be happy. Happy she found her truth.” His tone sounds as unhuman and dead as I’ve ever heard it.

I roll my eyes. “People will, no doubt, eat that shit up.”

“Yeah, I can already hear the ‘he really has changed’ and ‘aw, he’s such a good man’ commentary. His tone is bitter, and I can see how much he hates all this.

My hand smooths over his cheek as I turn to face him, my body angling toward his. “It’s okay, Grady. At least she’s free.”

“I’m a fucking fraud.”

I search his eyes and see how he, too, is drained from today. He’s feeling it, and I kiss him softly, wanting to remind him we’re in this together, even if I’m not sure for how long. He kisses me back, pushing my body back and moving his over me.

The kiss turns hungry. All I want to do is get lost in him and ignore the rest of the world, but I know we need to talk. “Grady . . .”

He shakes his head, but he pulls back to look at me. “We have to talk, don’t we?”

“I think so.”

His hand moves between our bodies, roaming over my bare chest and then down over my boxer briefs—the only thing I’m wearing. “Or we could talk later.” His lips move to my neck, nipping and sucking softly. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your ass all day.”

I groan, my cock, already on its way to hard, is now like granite, pressing against his thigh. “Not fair.”

He chuckles and then falls onto his back next to me. “Fine.”

“How is this going to work? I mean, I like the Grady Bell method. But truly, how the fuck can it work? I’m not out. I doubt I’ll be able to be out for a while. You’re going on a six-month tour.”

“And baseball is fucking insane with how much you travel.”

“Exactly.” I roll to my side. “So how?”

Instead of doing something impulsive like I’d expect, he seems to really think it over. I’m not sure if that makes me more or less uneasy. “I don’t know. I really don’t. But what I do know,” his hand brushes over my arm, sending a thrill through me that I need to ignore for now, “is that I want this to work. However we have to make it work.”

“I don’t know if I can come out.” I swallow the sickening truth. I’m sick of fucking hiding, but I don’t know if I’m ready for the backlash or if I ever will be. “Even if I get a solid contract, I’m not naïve enough to believe it would all be just fine.”

He looks angry but not at me. “I know. We don’t have to do anything publicly.”

“But won’t that hurt? I mean, really think about it. It was hard for me not to touch you today during a live video. But never touching when we’re out? Never? Just let the world think we’re friends? How long before people grow suspicious?”

I sit up, throwing my legs over the edge of the bed and leaning into my hands, hunched over.

“Maybe we should just take these three weeks together.” I drop my hands and look over my shoulder at Grady, who’s moved behind me, sitting up. “I’d rather have three weeks with you than nothing.”

“You can have more than that. You deserve more than that. We both deserve more.”

“But it’s impossible, and you know it. You’re leaving for six months.”

“I’ll cancel it.”

I snort and turn to face him fully. “Because that’s not suspicious as fuck.”

“I don’t care.” He doesn’t crack a smile. He’s dead serious, and I realize this has gone way too far.

I grab his face in my hands and lean my forehead against his. “I. Do. You love what you do. You can’t give it up for me.”

“I would.”

“I know,” I breathe and know I’ve had enough of the talking. This will probably end badly. There’s really no good long-term fix for this, but I don’t care. Right now, I have Grady in my bed, where I’ve always dreamed he’d be, and I’m not wasting a second.

I bring my lips to his and kiss him deeply, pulling a long groan from him as I push him back on the bed and cover his body with mine. My hands grasp his hair, intensifying the kiss, and we both move our bodies together in perfect unison.

His cock grinds against mine, the material too damn much and clearly frustrating the hell out of both of us. “Are you still sore?” He breathes the question, and I smile, shaking my head, not really knowing whether it’s a lie but not giving a damn.

I grab a condom and lube, just needing him again and again. When we’re both fully naked and his gorgeous dick is covered in latex, his mouth trails over my body, leaving light kisses everywhere.

I’m eager for him, and, not wanting to take it slow, I turn over, thrusting my ass up in the air. “Fuck me, Bell.”

“Jesus, fuck.” I feel his hands on my cheeks, pulling them apart and then hear another needy groan. “Fuck, I could come just from looking at you.”

“Don’t do that. I want you inside me.” I feel the pad of his finger at my hole, and at this point, I’m desperate.

“I’m ready. Fuck. Me.” I’m not really. I know that, but I don’t fucking care.

I’m needy and wanting, my ass in the air, thrusting backward and seeking so much more. But when I feel his tongue circle my puckered hole, I fucking melt forward into the mattress onto my elbows. “Holy. Fuck.”

He doesn’t stop, rimming me and turning me into an even needier, fucking frenzied mess as his tongue breaches my hole, getting it nice and wet.

His finger joins his tongue, and I can’t take it anymore. “Grady. Fuck me now, or I’m going to come.”

Finally, I feel lube drizzle between my crack and his finger prodding my hole. First one, then two and three, stretching me. My voice is a pleading, incoherent mess. And then, fucking finally, his cock moves into me with short shallow thrusts until he’s fully seated inside me, his front draped over my back. “Holy fuck.”

“Move.”

“I can’t. I’ll fucking come.”

I smile, relishing in the full feeling, being totally invaded and stretched by his cock, but needing him to move. “I thought you weren’t a chump.”

His teeth nip my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, but I only grin, knowing I hit his competitive nerve. “You know I’m not. Give me a second, fucker. You feel so goddamn good.”

“So do you.” I reach behind me, grabbing his hip. “Now show me how good you can really feel.”

He pulls back, and I brace myself before he thrusts back into me, deep inside my ass, hitting my prostate and making lightning shoot up my spine.

“Yes. That’s fucking it. Use that big cock.”

“Jesus, you’re bossy.” But he does it again, at the exact same, perfect angle that hits my gland and makes my dick leak from the tip as I thrust into the mattress.

“You love it.”

“I do.” My hand moves from his hip to my cock, using the precum as lube to slide along my shaft, chasing my release. His hands grasp my hips, pulling my body into his as he thrusts deep inside me. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chants, and I know he’s as close as I am.

“Yes.” My hand slides over my cock furiously. “I’m close.”

“Please come, Ry. I can’t take much more.”

That’s apparently all I needed because cum shoots from my dick onto the sheets below, and I feel his cock throb in my ass before he lets out a guttural moan I feel throughout my entire body.

His body collapses onto mine, and I don’t even care that I’m smashed between him and a sticky mattress. He feels too fucking good.

Everything feels way too fucking good.

For right now.