Page 45 of Playing the Game

After Jonas struggled free, Adam leapt out of bed.

Goran had asked him to call in on the way to Newby Park. It would make the time pass quicker until he got his hands on Jonas again.

He ducked into the walk-in wardrobe and grabbed a tracksuit, some undies and socks. When he came into the bedroom, Jonas was fully dressed.

“Grey sweatpants?” Jonas said. “You’re really testing my resolve.”

Jonas came over and ran his fingertip over Adam’s chest. His cock twitched in response.

“I want you in black boxers only when I come later.”

“Is that right?”

Jonas nodded. He kissed Adam on the tip of the nose.

“I’ll let myself out.”

Once Jonas had gone, Adam had an extra-long shower. He might as well make the most of being up at the crack of dawn. Sneaking around was more tiring than he’d expected.

After he’d dressed, he took a photo of himself and sent it to Jonas. He made sure to accentuate his bulge.

He immediately got a panting emoji in return.

“Down, boy.”

Goran’s house was on the way to the training ground so he only had to drive for about fifteen minutes. It puzzled him what his friend would want that he couldn’t say in front of the others or over the phone.

He hoped it wasn’t anything to do with Petar. He’d seemed fighting fit the last time Adam had seen him.

Goran and his wife, Paloma, lived in an old manor house.

It was pissing with rain. Training would be fun. Then the prospect of Jonas’ kit sticking to his body could persuade him differently.

Goran was dressed for action when he let Adam into the house. He found Paloma in a bathrobe, feeding little Petar.

“Oh God. Sorry, Paloma,” Adam said.

He did a one-eighty degree turn and walked straight into Goran.

“Fuck.”

“Relax,” Paloma shouted after him. “I don’t care.”

Goran gently moved him into the room.

“She honestly doesn’t,” Goran said. “If the boy needs feeding, he’s the boss.”

“Is he okay?” Adam asked.

“Of course he is,” Goran replied. “Coffee?”

Adam tried to live a caffeine-free life. Recently he’d been relying on it more and more. Late nights and early mornings were catching up to him.

“Great.”

Paloma passed Petar to him.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m still not very good at it.”