Page 73 of The Best Parts of Him
“You’re naked,” Dabbs growled against his mouth.
Half-naked, technically. Ryland still wore his pants. “Figured I’d get a head start while I waited for you.” He attacked Dabbs’ shirt buttons. “What took you so long?”
“Two of your coaches were in the lobby.” Dabbs yanked off his blazer and shirt in one go. He must’ve removed his tie in the car on his way here. “Had to sneak around them.”
They crashed back together, already breathing hard. Already desperate. Already wanting more, more, more.
Dabbs’ lips were hungry and eager on his. Moaning, Ryland touched him everywhere. Dabbs was big and muscled, his shoulders broad. His skin was hot to the touch. Ryland gave him a gentle shove backward until Dabbs was splayed on his back on the bed, then sat on his thighs.
Dabbs sat up and captured Ryland’s mouth again in a hard kiss. “Fast now,” he murmured. “Slow later.” Lying back down, he unbuckled his belt, lifted his hips, and pushed his pants and underwear off, revealing an erection that was long and thick—proportionate to the rest of him—that made Ryland’s mouth water.
Ryland climbed off him to undo his own pants. “I’m going to suck you off so hard later your brains are going to leak out of your ears.”
Dabbs’ grin was very naughty. “Promises, promises. Where’s the lube?”
“There.” Ryland nodded at the nightstand as he shucked his pants and underwear.
Dabbs regarded the lube and condoms and raised an eyebrow. “Came prepared, did you?”
Chuckling, Ryland climbed back on top of him, the sensation of skin on skin making his head swim. “Are you telling me you didn’t?”
Dabbs clamped his hands on Ryland’s hips. “There may be supplies in the pocket of my suit coat.”
Ryland crawled up Dabbs’ body and nipped at his chin. “Get the lube.”
Everything happened fast after that. Dabbs prepped him until he was a boneless and needy pile of hormones, and then he was pushing into him, looking like a god among men above him, all sweat-slicked and massive and looking at Ryland like he was perfect.
Under this man’s gaze, Ryland felt perfect.
Holding one knee up to his chest, Ryland swore when Dabbs bottomed out inside him. Dabbs grinned, told him to hold on to something, and began to move.
“Fuck, yes.” Since Ryland didn’t have anything to hold on to, he tugged his erection instead as Dabbs pumped his hips.
Ryland was lost to sensation, his every thought scattered to the four winds. The feel of Dabbs inside him, stretching him wide open, broke him into a thousand pieces of pleasure, and he came with a drawn-out moan, his orgasm painting his chest. Dabbs was right behind him, his face tucked into Ryland’s neck as he, too, came with a rumbled groan.
They lay like that for a long moment and got their breathing under control. Ryland wrapped his legs around Dabbs’ waist and hugged him close, running a hand through ginger hair that was damp and tangled with sweat.
“Christ, that was fast,” Dabbs muttered, lifting himself onto his elbows.
“You did say fast now, slow later.”
Dabbs chuckled, and Ryland felt it in his own chest. Dabbs pulled out slowly and headed for the bathroom.
Ryland was stretching like a contented cat when Dabbs returned. He was without the condom and with a warm washcloth, which he used to clean Ryland off. Then he tossed it aside and got back into bed with a murmured, “Get over here.”
Ryland went, wanting nothing more than to be in Dabbs’ arms. Tomorrow afternoon, he’d be flying to New York with his team, and he wouldn’t see Dabbs again until the Pilots hosted the Trailblazers in two weeks.
Hopefully, that game wouldn’t be as contentious.
In the last few weeks, they’d compared their schedules and made plans to visit each other on their days off. The new year would be harder because their teams didn’t play each other at all, but there were windows—small ones, but still—where one could fly to the other for at least thirty-six hours.
“Do you want to talk about the dumpster fire that was tonight’s game?” Ryland asked.
Dabbs let out a grunted laugh. “It went more or less like I thought it would, so . . . no. Do you?”
“Not particularly. I kind of want to forget it ever happened.”
“Forgotten,” Dabbs said. He dropped a fast kiss on Ryland’s lips. “Tell me how you’ve been instead. I know we talk all the time, but how are you really?”
