Page 94 of Sportsball is for Lovers

“Is—is that a no?”

“It’s a ‘I can’t think straight when I’m inside of you,’” he says.

He pulls out, maneuvering me onto my hands and knees. Sliding his cock home again, he wraps his arms around my middle, holding me tight.

“It’s a yes, by the way,” he says, his voice hoarse in my ear.

“Yeah?” I twist to see his face.

“Always a yes with you,” Jared says. He kisses me softly. “Now, I’m going to fuck you. Is that okay?” He has a teasing smirk on his lips.

“Yes, please.”

And then he fucks me.

Later, when we’re sated and sweaty, Jared runs his hand up and down my spine.

“Were you serious?”

“About what?” I prop my head on his pec to look up at him.

“Moving in.”

“Yes. I want you here. I want you in my bed,” I tell him definitively.

I didn’t know how much I needed it until now.

“My job… I’m only on a temp contract. I don’t…”

“I’m not worried about that.”

Jared arches an eyebrow. “You’re not?”

“You’ll find a job. And I can work from anywhere. If we have to, we can relocate.”

It would suck to leave his brother and all our friends, but we could do it.

Together.

“The bookstore…”

“It’s a job,” I tell him. “I want to be with you, not the store. I’m sure there are bookstores in whatever city we end up in.”

“I want to stay here,” he says firmly.

“Then we’ll stay here,” I agree. “Whatever we need to make it work, we’ll do it.”

He kisses me, soft and sweet. “I fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you, too.”