Page 62 of The Last Person

“Poetry?” he asks, a little confused. “I know you have every book from this author, but I can’t condone you becoming a stalker.”

I shake my head and open to the back of the book where the little blurb about the author sits. “Not much to go on there, stalker-wise.”

He nods. “I know. I tried to look him up once. I was hoping to find some kind of signing or something so you could meet him. But there’s not much out there. The guy is like a ghost.”

A smile grows on my lips. “I’m sneaky on the field and off it.”

Ryan turns to me with wide eyes. “What?”

I point to the front cover where the author’s name is. “B.W. Cole. You remember my dad’s first name?”

“Walt,” he says gently.

I nod, then drag my finger to the last name. “And my grandmother’s maiden name was Cole.”

“You’re B.W. Cole?” he rasps.

I nod, watching as he flips through the book until he finds the poemLove Is.

“You wrote this?” His voice is filled with so much emotion it makes my chest ache.

“Yes. Like so many other poems I’ve written, it was all about you.”

“This… this poem is what gave me the final push to tell you how I felt. I was reading it right before you were supposed to go on your date. It was all for me?”

“Always,” I breathe.

His mouth lands on mine in an all-consuming kiss.

Rolling on top of me, he lets the book fall to the side. I palm his ass as we kiss, and in seconds, we’re both hard and grinding together.

He rips his lips off mine. “Will you fuck me? Please?”

Wrapping my arms around him, I sit straight up. “There’s nothing I want more than to be buried inside you, watching how beautiful you are when you fall apart for me.”

We scramble upright, and I turn off the fireplace, then it’s a fumbled race to the bedroom as we strip down and kiss, desperate to feel each other, to take this step.

Once we’re there, Ryan climbs onto the bed, splaying himself out and stroking his gorgeous cock. I have to remind myself that right now is not about sucking him off, because I’m always readyfor his mouthwatering cock and the taste of his cum. But being inside him will be even better.

He reaches out and strokes my cock, dragging me closer.

And this is when I notice he’s wearing a butt plug.

“How long have you had that in?” I ask, my voice choppy.

“I put it in after practice. I wanted to be ready for you.”

I bite my knuckles as I whimper.

Grabbing the lube, I spread his legs wider, then slowly pull the butt plug out. His hole is relaxed andalmostready.

“Lube your cock and get inside me. I’m ready for you.”

Leaning down, I press a soft kiss to his lips. “Stop rushing this. I know you want it, but I’m longer and thicker than any of your toys. If we don’t take it slow, this will hurt.” I kiss his neck. “And I don’t ever want you to be in pain.”

“My cock is in pain right now from how badly I need to come.”

I bend down and kiss the tip as he lets out an exasperated groan.