Page 119 of The Last Guy On Earth
His hand freezes on my chest. “Clay.”
“Yeah?”
“Would you ever let me fuck you?”
“Sure.”
“Really? Have you done that before?”
“Yes and no.” I choose my words carefully. “I’ve topped guys, but I never let anyone top me. But you have to remember that the only sex I have is on vacation, with strangers, and it just never seemed like a good idea.” Too much trust involved.
His hand slides off my chest and ends up on my ass. “But you’d let me?”
“Oh yeah.”
He groans. “Like soon?”
“Not tonight. Your knee is bothering you, for starters.”
His head thunks into the spot between my shoulder blades. “Okay. Well. Something to look forward to.”
“How about this? Show me a clean sheet for any game in this series, and I’ll leave the stadium immediately to buy some lube.”
He laughs against my back. “I’vegotlube. And now I’ve got a woody, too.”
“Better stop some pucks, then.”
“Clay.”
“Hmm?”
“Roll over.”
I do, but I watch out for his knee. Now we’re nose to nose, and I’m staring into his serious green eyes.
“Gonna hold you to that promise. Now kiss me goodnight.”
I lean in, and the kiss is a hundred percent Jethro—it doesn’t fuck around. It’s bossy and fast.
In other words, it’s the best thing that ever happened to me.
“Now go to sleep,” he says, rolling onto his back again. “I gotta rest up so I can get a clean sheet in game three.”
I snort. Then I fall asleep about ninety seconds later.
FIFTY-THREE
Jethro
Alas,I do not get a clean sheet in game three. We’re still playing great. Before the final buzzer, we’ve got five goals.
Unfortunately, Carolina has four. Two of them were lucky, one of them was a complete miscalculation on my part, and the final one was offsides and should have been disallowed. But the ref Clay screamed at didn’t see it our way.
Still, a win is a win, and I’m in the mood to celebrate. I text Clay after the post-game madness.
Come over. I’ll be home alone. Unless you think it’s too risky.
I’m in. I’ll wear a hoodie. Maybe that sounds kind of James Bond, but it pays to be careful.
