Page 31 of Stetson

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We awoke tangled in each other the next morning, with Stetson starfishing out across the bed. He had one leg thrown over Levi’s hips, and his arm splayed across my chest. When my eyes opened and met Levi’s, all we could do was laugh. “We’re going to need a bigger bed,” I commented.

Levi gazed down at the boy, stars in his eyes. Stetson snored away. “He’s worth it.” Then he scrubbed a hand over his face. “I hate that I’ll have to leave the two of you to scout that game today.”

“You sure you don’t want us to come with you?”

“Absolutely not.” Levi sat up, gently repositioning Stetson’s leg without waking him up. “You said no ball talk for twenty-four hours and I intend to let you have that.”

“Well if we can’t haveanyball talk, we might have a very disappointed boy on our hands,” I quipped.

Levi shook his head and searched for his clothes. “Stetson’s been a bad influence on you.”

I gazed down at the man sleeping on my shoulder, and my heart melted. He stirred, settling right on my chest. His arm squeezed around my waist in an attempt to pull me closer. His dirty blond hair tickled my bicep, still damp from our late bath the night before. Dark lashes fluttered against his perfect cheekbones. I gently brushed a piece of hair out of his eyes to get a better look, as if I hadn’t already committed every inch of his body to memory. “He’s definitely something.”

I was absolutely smitten with the boy.

“Have you two talked about what he called you last night?”

I shook my head. Between busy schedules and our limited downtime being spent with roaming hands and mouths, there hadn’t been time totalkabout much of anything. But that was about to change. It had to if we had any chance of making this work. I’d told Stetson that communication was the most important part of all this, and I’d seriously been slacking.

“I’ll talk to him,” I finally said, lowering my voice in case the boy was only pretending to sleep. “Today. It’s his first time in New York. I planned something special for us.”

Levi smirked. “PUBLIC?”

Damn it. A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. “Of course.”

He pulled that old Hellbenders ball cap onto his head. I grimaced. I’d been after him for years to replace the thing, but I’d given it to him as a gift when I’d gotten drafted and he refused. He walked around my side of the bed and leaned over. I hummed when his lips met mine. He stretched over me to press another gentle kiss to Stetson’s temple, and only then did the boy stir and open his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Time to get up,” I responded. We waved Levi goodbye and Stetson rolled into my chest to steal a few more minutes of snuggle time. “Or not.”

“Five minutes,” he whispered against my skin. “Then you can commence with your torture.”

I didn’t have to ask what he meant. I’d have an indent of his cock in my hip for days. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whispered, free hand disappearing beneath the blanket.

Stetson gasped and tried to wriggle away. “Don’t, I’ll come.”

“No you won’t.” I leaned in, stealing his lips in a passionate kiss as my hand gave his cock one slow pull. “Because deep down, all you want is to be a good boy, don’t you?”

I let go, allowing my fingertips to linger as long as possible. Stetson’s only answer was a soft whimper against my lips and when I pulled back, he had his eyes squeezed shut. When they opened, the only evidence of that beautiful blue was a thin ring around his blown pupils. “I’m not sure which one of you is more evil.”

I kissed him again, soft and gentle, without an air of any sexual tension. That time, he melted into it. My fingers locked into his hair and held him against me.Fuck, I didn’t realize how much I’d missed him. When his tongue prodded for entry,Iwas the one cursing Levi for this damn punishment. Reluctantly, I pulled away. “Go shower, Stetson,” I told him. “We’re leaving in half an hour.”

His brow furrowed. “To go where?”

“It’s a surprise.” And his eyes lit up. “Now get up, before I break my own rules.”

Stetson had a dimple in his right cheek. How did I know? Because when he gave us his trademark cocky smirk, it popped—just as it did in that moment. “Is that supposed to motivate me?”

I stood myself, taking the blanket and its warmth with me. “Up. Now.”

Stetson shivered. “See? Evil.”

I watched his perfect, perky little ass disappear into the bathroom and only once the door shut behind him did I let out a breath.

That boy had me wrapped around his little finger.

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