Page 189 of Just for the Cameras
“The Gladdy Daddies?” I roar and then let out a burst of laughter. “Oh my God, why?”
“Because, as he put it, we’re glad to be together, and we’re daddies—as in hot men.”
“Oh Jesus.” I laugh some more, my stomach and cheeks hurting from the humor roaring through me. “That is…amazing. So freaking good.” I wipe at my eyes and then chuckle again.
“You done?”
“Almost.” I let out a few more laughs and then take a sip of my drink. “Okay, sorry.” I laugh. “I’m done.”
“Are you?”
I laugh some more and shake my head. “Nope, that will sit with me for a while.” After I settle down, which takes a second, I bring my drink to my lips again, sip, and then set it on the table. “For the record, I planned on wearing the lingerie no matter what and can’t wait to show you.”
He purses his lips. “You’re evil.”
CHAPTER 35
GRAYDON
“I could not eat anotherpiece of food,” Maple says as she snuggles into my chest on the bench seat. I have my feet propped up along the long stretch of the bench while my back leans against the L part. She is lying on top of me, her head tucked into my chest while I drape a blanket over the both of us.
Bulbed lights hang above us and the night sky is dark, almost black, with no other lights nearby.
This evening could not have been more perfect—well, minus the tofu.
“Thank you for tonight.” Her lips find my neck, then my jaw, and I fucking settle in as I let her just love on me because I can’t get enough of it.
It’s like I’ve been depleted of all physical and intimate touch, and now that I have it, I need to fill up, but only from her.
I want nothing but her.
“You don’t need to thank me.”
“You always say that, but you need to realize I like to show how grateful I am.”
“Show me in another way,” I say as my hand skims up and down her back.
“Are you asking for sexual favors, Graydon St. John?”
A rumble of a laugh comes out of me. “When it comes to you, I’ll ask for anything.”
“Clearly.” Her fingers dance along my chest. “What will the upcomingseason entail? Do I need to prepare for anything? Like am I going to miss seeing you a lot? Is there going to have to be a long-distance thing where we do phone sex?”
“I’m not going to deny you phone sex if you’re interested, but our schedule isn’t like other sports teams since we only play one game a week.”
“So you’re around a lot?”
“Typically, yeah. I’m usually just gone on Saturdays and Sundays if it’s an away game, but back home late Sunday night. During the week, it’s practices, game review, and treatment, but I’ll still be able to see you at night like we do now.”
“Oh.” She lifts up to look at me. “Why did I think that some hellish travel time was going to start for you?”
“Not sure, but you can’t get rid of me that easily.”
“I would never. I need you to wash the dishes for the flamingos.”
“Funny,” I say. “I might have to cut out on that responsibility and focus more on the media stuff like Flock and Tackle and taking pictures that boast about the zoo.”
“Oh no, you don’t. Just because the season started doesn’t mean you can cut out on your responsibilities.”
