Page 113 of Turn Me On
But we’re not shy in public. I make my affections for him known, loud and clear. And I suppose the caveman in me secretly hopes all his clients assume when he’s unavailable that he’s getting it good from the man he loves.
Once inside my place, I grab him, manhandle him against the wall, then growl, “Gonna have my way with you tonight.”
“Like you always do.”
Fifteen minutes later, I’m balls deep in my boyfriend, while he’s bent over the kitchen counter, his belt tying his hands together. I grip his ass, snap my hips, and take him hard.
“Fucking missed you,” I mutter.
“Missed you too,” he groans.
“Can’t stand being apart from you,” I say on a punishing thrust.
“I hate it too,” he mutters on a guttural groan.
I cover his body with mine, bite his neck, and pound him. “Then move in with me,” I blurt out.
And…I didn’t mean to say that during sex. But maybe it’s fitting.
He’s quiet, just grunting as I nail him. “Mad, say something,” I say, a little worried.
“You mean it?” he asks, then his voice turns into a long, low groan. “Fuck, I need to come.”
That gives me an idea. I grip his cock hard, staving off his release.
Then, I untie his hands, ease out, and spin him around. I lift him up on the edge of the counter and fill him once more.
I drive into him, jerk him till he’s coming all over his abs. Pleasure coils inside me, and I’m this close, so I pull out, jerk hard two, three times, then finish on him too, my whole body shaking.
We’re both panting, gasping for breath, and a mess and a half. But I ask again, “Can you move to San Francisco? The food here is just as good as the food in LA, and as for the people in the neighborhood?” I gesture to my chest. “It’s safe to say they’recomingahead.”
He groans, and I laugh, then turn serious.
“You’re always traveling anyway. If you’re here, we can see each other more?” My voice pitches upward with hope.
Please say yes.
He smiles like he’s up to something. “Zane, I was going to ask you the same question this weekend—whether you wanted me to move in with you.”
I dive in for a joyful kiss. But when I break away, I get a better idea. “Let’s get a new place. Together. One we both pick out.”
“Yes,” he says. “It’s always yes with you.”
We spend the weekend screwing, and sucking, and eating, and shopping. And we see friends — old and new. Turns out Maddox is buddies with Declan, so we have dinner with Declan and Grant, catching up on their plans to head to Hawaii in the off-season. “Hawaii is my favorite place,” Declan says over sashimi.
Grant’s eyes twinkle, and it sure looks like it’s a special place for them. “Mine too, babe,” he says, then smacks a kiss to his husband’s cheek.
On Sunday morning, we go to a coffee shop around the corner — iced tea for me — where we run into Jason McKay, the quarterback for the San Francisco Hawks. He’s ordering a mango smoothie and a cup of black coffee. As he waits for the drinks he catches my eye, and tips his chin toward us. “Zane. What is up?” He asks, then gives a fist knock as I join him.
“My life. It’s up, up, up,” I say, then clap Maddox on the shoulder. “My guy’s moving in with me. You know Maddox LeGrande, right?”
Jason extends a hand and shakes. “Heard of you. All good things. Good to meet you officially.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” Maddox says as he shakes Jason’s hand. “You’ve having a helluva season.”
The affable quarterback smiles. “I do my best.”
“Keep that up,” Maddox says and when the barista serves Jason’s drinks, the quarterback thanks him then says to us, “Better bring this cup of Joe to my dude before the coffee cools off. But why don’t you two come to my next home game? Would love to host you.”