Page 52 of Switch Pitching

Being soaked with two full orgasms is a lot less appealing after everything is over, but James grabs a wad of tissues from my nightstand and wipes me down with lightning speed. He collapses on my bed next to me, both of us panting hard as we float back down to earth.

As I get up and start putting on my discarded shorts, James rolls over and stares at me with an unreadable expression. He looks insulted, and I can’t imagine why. I freeze, tilting my head at him.

“What are you doing?” James asks, narrowing his eyes.

I laugh, confused. “I’m putting clothes on. What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Why do you have to do that?”

I’m not sure what to say, so I stay quiet.

“I don’t get it,” James says. “You have a massive fucking dick, but youinsiston hiding it. Show it to me.”

I let out a surprised noise, which makes James lose it. I take advantage of the fact that he’s distracted with his own laughter and pull my shorts up before slipping into bed.

“My dick is notmassive,” I insist. Sure, it’s somewhat proportional, and I’m tall, but it isn’t anything extraordinary.

I feel a pillow hit my face. “Yeah, keep lying to yourself, buddy.” Twisting around to protest, I see James covering his ears with the same pillow he socked me with so I can’t correct him.

I huff out a laugh and lean back against the headboard. James is giggling at himself under the pillow, making the bedding shake. Because I can’t keep my hands to myself, I rip the covers off James and lean into the pillow, making him thrash around to escape.

“You’re a dick,” says James between laughs, shuffling toward the other side of the bed.

“Feel free to go back to your own room,” I reply, lacing my voice with mock sarcasm.

Scratching his jaw, James pretends to think seriously about my suggestion for a second before lunging at me and wrapping me in a hug. “Nah, I don’t think I will.”

The sudden embrace makes my stomach flip. As James settles onto my chest, I reach my arm over to switch off the lights. Our breathing grows softer, and I let my eyes close. Somehow, I’m not overthinking. I’m just here with James, and that’s enough to make me comfortable.

20

JAMES

I wake up in Ethan’s bed again. Over the past few weeks, I’ve probably spent a grand total of two nights in my own room, but I don’t mind at all. In the past, I always invited my hookups to spend the night, with some staying and some heading home, but when it comes to me? I don’t even want to move after the sex that Ethan and I are having, much less leave the room.

Besides, waking up together roughly doubles the odds of morning blowjobs. Don’t ask me how I got to that statistic, but I know it’s right.

Today, my eyes open to the sight of Ethan’s arms wrapped around me, and I let out a satisfied sigh. Being little spoon fuckingrocks,and I can’t get enough.

I carefully slip out of bed, not wanting to wake him up too early. I make coffee and grab some toast. The morning light streaming through the window feels warm and inviting, but I remind myself that I have to get moving. The team is flying to the west coast for a week and a half, and I still haven’t packed, even though our flight leaves this afternoon. I trudge back upstairs and go to my room, pulling my suitcase out from under my bed and grabbing random clothes from the closet. After throwing my haphazardly folded shirts and pants into my bag, I dart into thebathroom to pack my toiletries before remembering that I left all my skincare in Ethan’s bathroom.

It suddenly dawns on me that I’ve basically moved into Ethan’s room, and I let out a chuckle. The two of us live together and Istillfound a way to move into his space. I walk over to Ethan’s room to pack my stuff, and I find him awake, still shirtless, and scrolling through his phone.

“Hey,” I greet him, sending a brisk nod his way.

“Where’d you go this morning?” he asks.

Grabbing my wash kit, I snicker and emerge from the bathroom. “You miss me or something?”

Ethan jokingly rolls his eyes and smirks at me. “Just got used to you being here, that’s all.”

I tilt my head and fix Ethan with a pitying expression. “Aww, did someone get lonely?”

He laughs and flips me off, which just encourages me.

Raising my voice an octave, I keep teasing him. “Uh oh, Ethan’s cranky when he doesn’t get morning sex.” I lean over to dance my fingers up his exposed thighs and slip a hand under his shorts. Once I reach his crotch, I accidentally brush against his rock-hard erection and Ethan rocks his hips off the mattress.

“Being horny is a fucking curse,” he mutters under his breath, closing his eyes in frustration.

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