Page 59 of Game Changer
“God, Kip. That feels amazing. Okay—Jesus...” He started moving again. “I’m close. I’m real fucking close...”
“Come on me,” Kip said, still gently stroking himself through the last waves of his own orgasm. “I want to see it. Please.”
Scott grunted, then quickly pulled out and tore the condom off, throwing it behind him. He lowered Kip’s leg and stood over him as he furiously stroked his own cock. Within seconds Scott was coming, raining down on Kip’s stomach and chest and neck.
Scott collapsed on the bed and Kip rolled on top of him, mess and all. They kissed, breathless and giddy, and when they broke apart after a minute they were both smiling.
“Before I forget,” Kip said, “I want to thank you for a lovely evening.”
Scott laughed and kissed him again. “So I did okay at the whole Valentine’s thing?”
“Absolutely. Hands down, best Valentine’s Day ever.”
They cleaned up and then got back into bed. Kip snuggled against Scott’s body. The evening had been perfect, and he wished he could keep it going, but he was exhausted.
“Goodnight,” Scott murmured, wrapping a giant arm around him. Kip couldn’t remember ever being so comfortable.
He kissed Scott’s hand. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
* * *
They slept in the next morning, neither of them needing to be anywhere until late afternoon. When they awoke, they stayed in bed, tangled up together and talking.
“What are you doing today?” Scott asked. He was on his side, head propped on his elbow, and his hair was an adorable mess.
“Nothing planned. You have any ideas?”
“Yeah.” Scott smiled shyly. “I want to make you breakfast.”
Kip was all for that idea, but then he started kissing Scott and quickly lost interest in anything that involved leaving the bed.
They were blissfully making out, Scott’s hands and mouth exploring Kip’s body and making him shiver, when Scott’s phone started buzzing.
“It’s nothing,” Scott said, without looking at it. “They can call back later.”
He continued mapping Kip’s body, tasting the jut of Kip’s hipbone, when the phone started buzzing again.
“Go away,” Scott grumbled, still not picking it up, “I’m busy.”
The third time it started buzzing, when Scott was sucking on Kip’s neck with a hand sliding up his thigh, Scott sighed and said, “Sorry. I’m just going to see who it is.”
He grabbed the phone. “It’s Carter,” he said, brow furrowed. He answered the call. “Carter?”
Scott was still close enough that Kip could hear the voice of Scott’s teammate. “Scott, Zullo fucked up. He got arrested last night.”
“What?”
“Yeah. Caused a scene at a bar in Jersey. Destruction of property. Assault. Resisting arrest... Probably some other things.”
“Okay. Fuck. Where is he?” Scott got off the bed and walked to his closet, ending Kip’s access to the conversation.
When Scott returned, he was fully dressed and off the phone. “I have to go. I’m sorry.”
“Of course. Yeah. Jesus, are you all right?”
“I’m furious is what I am,” Scott said, “but I really am sorry to have to leave you.”
He sighed and kissed him. When he pulled back slowly, Kip leaned forward to chase his lips.
