Page 60 of Switch Pitching

“Just giving you an extra weighted blanket, babe,” I say.

“Fuck off and let me sleep, you asshole.”

Smirking, I peel a blanket off Ethan to reveal his flushed face, and I see that he’s barely containing himself.

“What’s wrong, are you mad or something?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m furious.” Ethan’s denial is unconvincing, betrayed by the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, and he’s still trying to suppress his laughter. I can tell he’s barely holding it together, so I decide to put him out of his misery by digging my fingers into his ribs and he yelps before completely losing it. That’s all it takes for both of us to collapse into uncontrollable laughter.

“Dude, you suck,” Ethan spits between giggles. “I was about to fall asleep.”

“Yeah, well I felt left out.”

Still laughing, Ethan lifts up a blanket and grabs me, pulling me under.

“And now you’re included. Happy?” He plants a gentle kiss on my lips and I eagerly return it, darting my tongue into his mouth. Ethan pulls back, a wide smile stretching across his pretty face.

“Good night.” I barely have time to finish my sentence before he dramatically collapses and falls asleep.

The room is quiet now, the silence punctured only by the rhythmic sound of Ethan’s breathing, and I let myself soak it in. Being here with him, messing around, and laughing like idiots just makes sense.

I lie on my back for a few minutes, grinning from ear to ear. Before I drift off, I catch myself thinking that yeah, Ethan is pretty damn great.

23

ETHAN

AUGUST

James’s lips are wrapped tight around my cock, his tongue working me over in a way that has me twitching. My breath is coming out in ragged gasps, and I’m getting dangerously close as James takes me farther back than he ever has before and?—

“Aagh! Fuck!” James chokes on his attempt at deepthroating and sprays me.

“You okay?” I ask, concerned for James when I see him scrambling around with watery eyes.

Fumbling around, he reaches for the box of tissues on my nightstand. “I’m fine. I just need to wipe us down.” Using one hand to clean his face and the other to dry my stomach, James’s breathing goes back to normal. He finishes up and tosses the wad of paper onto the floor before sitting on the side of the bed, recovering.

As he rocks from side to side, his head perks up. “Actually, do you have any wet wipes? I think we could use some.” He reaches down and I lie back, waiting. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him reach for the bottom drawer of my nightstand and a surge ofpanic jolts through me. I spring up and lunge over to the other side of the bed.

“Stop, don’t open that?—”

It’s too late. I hear James’s surprised laugh, and I know that it’s out.

James turns toward me, tenderly holding a tangle of black handcuffs with his fingertips.

“What are these, Ethan?” James asks sweetly, his eyes narrowing in a way that’s anythingbutsweet.

If he wants to be cheeky about this, two can play at that game. I lunge at James, bowling him over onto the mattress while holding his arms behind his back.

“I use those to punish bad boys who misbehave,” I tease, barely stopping myself from bursting into laughter. James snorts, and I expect him to scramble away and hit me with a pillow or something.

Instead, James jumps over, flattening me to the bed and pinning my arms above my head.

“Or maybe you have them because you want me to use them on you,” he drawls, sending a burst of heat straight from my ears to my dick.

My face flushes in anticipation. He’s got me figured out.

“Hey, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

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