Page 145 of Playing Dirty

But I think the thing I’m most proud of is how far he’s come in therapy over the past few months. I know it’s been taxing on him—even harder than all the physical therapy he did for his leg—and I’ve seen firsthand how frustrated and dejected he gets after a particularly tough session. I know it’s doing the trick, though. If it wasn’t, there’s no way he’d even invite our parents out to hit some of the slopes in Aspen and Vail before I head down to Arizona for Spring Training.

It’s a baby step in the right direction—hopefully the beginning of him reconnecting with his dad, who I’ve noticed has been putting in a lot more effort since the accident too.

Theo breaks away first, but his fingers, which found their way to the back of my neck amidst our kiss, scrape gently over my skin while he gazes at me.

“We should probably get back out there. Someone’s bound to notice the baseball star is missing before long.”

I let out a low groan and slump my head back against the wall. “Probably. But can you blame me for wanting a minute alone with my boyfriend? Besides, this is Hailey and Archer’s day, and I’m sick of talking about baseball.”

“That kind of blasphemy is what cost you the City Rivals game,” he reminds me, and I roll my eyes. Mostly because he refuses to let me forget the big, whopping L we earned against Leighton back in May to go along with our Penny Play loss.

Just like he also refuses to let me live down getting drafted to be a Coyote. Or as he likes to say: a Timberwolf’s lesser cousin.

“Blasphemy or not, it’s true.”

It seems like we’ve both been running at full speed since the school year ended, and this is the first chance I’ve actually had to stop and breathe. To truly be present in these small moments with him, the way we are right now.

They’ve seemed to get swallowed up by so many larger ones lately.

“I love you,” I whisper, and the words have my favorite, devastating grin pulling at his lips.

“And I love you,” he murmurs right back. “And because I love you, I think I know the perfect way to help you relax.”

“Oh, let me guess. The hot tub?” I ask teasingly, yet my body heats, vividly remembering the time he made a similar offer.

His husky laugh floats over me like a summer breeze, and his smiletakes on a more devilish appearance—one that’s unmistakably seductive.

“I think that’s a perfect plan for tonight; we’ve definitely got some unfinished business in there. But I’ve got something else in mind for right now.”

One hand slides between us, skimming down my chest until it reaches my belt like it had back in the hotel room. Though this time, I make no attempt at stopping him from loosening the buckle, nor flicking open the button of my dress pants and dragging down my zipper.

“I thought I told you we were waiting until later,” I muse wryly, and he smirks.

“Your fault for not clarifying later couldn’t be during the party.”

With those taunting words, he pulls my half-hard cock free and sinks to his knees.

His palm wraps around my shaft, stroking a few times before pulling my foreskin back just past my tip. And the second his lips wrap around me, I have no idea why I was fighting against this earlier. Time stills every time he touches me, grinds to a complete halt whenever the two of us have these stolen moments, and I can never seem to get enough.

“Fuck, baby,” I mutter, my eyes rolling back in pleasure.

My hands slip into the soft strands of his golden-brown hair to cup the back of his head, guiding him as much as I simply want to hold on while he inflicts wicked licks and caresses on me. I’m completely erect now, thanks to Theo’s languid movements, and it only takes a few minutes for me to want more than just his skillful mouth sliding up and down my shaft.

But in my haste to get down here, I forgot my wallet—including lube—in the hotel room. Which means…

“Get it nice and wet,” I tell him gruffly. “I’m coming for your sweet little ass in a second.”

He hums around my length, his ministrations becoming uninhibited as he moves over my length. My cock is slick with saliva each time he pulls back, giving attention to just the head, before diving in for more again. To the point where I’m nearly dripping, spit falling down his chin when he finally pulls off me.

He’s on his feet and facing away from me a second later, already shoving his pants down just past his ass before pressing his palms against the wall. I’m crowding him from behind, knowing this really does have to be quick and dirty, and align myself to press inside when—

“You’re gonna need more spit than that,” a voice calls from behind us.

My movements come screeching to a halt, and I whip my head toward the source, finding a set of teasing green eyes aimed at me. Ones belonging to none other than Archer’s older brother.

“Jesus, Thayer! Do you fucking mind?!” I whisper-shout while trying to shield Theo from view.

But true to his nature, my cousin appears completely unbothered by the scene before him. In fact, he just shrugs before holding his palms up in front of him.