Immoral by Nicole Dykes
Fuck, I don’t want to leave him again.
I look over his sleeping form as he hugs his pillow with a muscled arm. The fucker is actually snoring with a little drool at the corner of his mouth, and still, he’s the hottest man I’ve seen.
We’ve managed to keep a low profile over the past three days, and it turns out Jenny was right. The negotiations with LA have been smooth. They saw the picture of Grady and me, but, according to Jenny, they didn’t even bat an eye. Which bodes well for the future, I suppose. But I don’t care if they can handle it or not. If they give me a contract with a loophole in case things get too hot, they can buy my ass out and I’ll be Grady’s tour bitch.
I love playing baseball. I do. But if baseball can’t love me back for who I am, then we need to break up.
However, at the moment, there seems to be a glaringly bright possibility that I’ll be playing for a while. Jenny thinks they’ll be able to sign us by the end of the week. Which means I’m on a plane back to KC tonight, where Bennett is, so we can meet with them together. Apparently, they’re all set to meet us at our lawyer’s office.
It’ll all be worth it soon enough. Will the fans be pissed? Yeah, for sure. Will my parents fucking lose it? Yeah, probably.
But I can’t keep living like this. It’s never been worth it before, but as soon as Grady came back into my life and there was hope I’d get to be with him, everything changed for me. All of this will be 100 percent worth it if I can just finally have him.
“Hey.” I look over to see Grady’s eyes cracked open and peering at me. “You’re thinking too hard.”
I grin and move closer to his body, reaching under the sheet and stroking his already stirring cock. “Hard, you say? Not quite.”
He laughs. “Now who’s the corny one?”
I kiss him, not caring about morning breath or anything else because, goddamn it, it’s my last day with him and I need him. And he doesn’t seem to mind either when he grasps my hair and shoves his tongue in my mouth.
“Show me how much you’re going to miss me.”
I do just that, stroking his now fully erect shaft, paying special attention to the sensitive tip and making his hips involuntarily thrust upward. “Like this?”
“That’s good.” He tips his head back, exposing his throat to me. I take full advantage, sliding my mouth over his skin that’s pulled tight with erotic tension.
“I really am going to miss you.” He grabs my ass with both hands, tugging my full weight onto him and forcing me to straddle him, gripping my ass cheeks and not letting go.
“I’m going to miss you too.” His hands slide over the planes of my back as I look down at his cock, continuing to stroke him after grabbing the lube and making sure he’s nice and slick. He steals some lube from his cock and moves one hand to my aching dick, stroking me. I was already hard, but when his hand grips me, I nearly lose it, going from hard to achingly hard.
“Fuck, Grady.”
“We can do that, but right now,” he says, thrusting into my hand, and I do the same with his, “I’m too fucking close.”
“Me too.”
I lean down enough to kiss him while we jerk each other off, chasing our mutual pleasure. My body strains with tension, craving the release his hand promises. The room is quiet except for our moans and heavy breathing. It’s not long before we’re both spilling over each other’s hands and making a sticky mess that neither of us give two fucks about.
I lay next to him, my head on his heart and think about what a future with him will look like.
I’m not really sure about the details and realize there will, no doubt, be challenges.
But, at the end of the day, it’s going to be fucking beautiful.
