Page 127 of The Last Guy On Earth
“Kaitlyn’s at mine.” I shake off my daze and look at him. He’s watching me with patient eyes. “There’s always some obstacle with us.”
“You say that.” He runs a hand through my hair. “But I’m knockin’ them down as fast as I can. You’re not my boss anymore. I don’t have to call you Coach anymore, unless that’s a kink you have. Then we’ll talk.”
I let out an exhausted chuckle. “No issues there. Jetty—I want this. I really do. But I’m not letting myself get too excited about it yet. Because you just made a huge decision. You don’t have your future planned. And I know you need to get on a plane to Michigan.”
“Yeah, that’s all true,” he says quietly, stroking my cheekbone with his thumb. “But I want this too. For me.”
My heart does a flip flop.
“And there’s a couple of details you don’t know,” he continues. “My sister’s parole hearing was this morning, and they approved it.”
“Whoa.” I throw my head back against the headrest. “Holy shit. She’s out?”
He shakes his head. “No, but she will be within the month. I don’t know exactly how that’s going to go. But she wants to move back into my father’s house and parent her child. She wants to petition for an end to my custody of Toby.”
“Oh wow.”
“I’ll spend the summer in Michigan with all of them. If she does well, she’ll regain custody. Then I won’t have to stay there, Clay. After a few months, I could be anywhere.”
“Oh.” Hope bubbles up inside me faster than the champagne I was showered with earlier. “You mean, like…Colorado?”
“Now he gets it.”
“Jethro.” I lean over the gearbox and put a hand on his chest. “Listen, I’m trying so hard not to leap to conclusions here. Inever thought it was possible to get everything I ever wanted inside of three hours.”
He smiles at me. “I don’t know when you became the cynic and I became the optimist, but I’m kind of digging it.”
“How long,” I demand suddenly. “How long until you go back to Michigan for the summer?”
“Couple days, probably.”
I make a frustrated sound. “Can I visit? I don’t want to go a whole summer without you.”
He blinks. “Hell yes. I can get away for a weekend, too. We could have a getaway on Lake Michigan somewhere. Just don’t make vacation plans without me. I don’t want to hear that you took your annual sex trip to Italy or wherever without me.”
I laugh, because I can’t even imagine wanting that. Everything I want is in this car. “Drive me home. Sneak into my place. Kaitlyn and her guy are probably asleep.”
He hits the ignition button. “You don’t have to ask twice. I’m there.”
FIFTY-SEVEN
Jethro
I wakeup in Clay’s bed at nine a.m.
By nine fifteen, we’re kissing like porn stars.
Last night we fell asleep about four minutes after arriving in his bedroom, and now we’re making up for it. I’ve got him pinned to the mattress. The sheets have been cast to the floor, along with the thin collection of clothing we were wearing.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m aware I want to fuck him, but owning his mouth is too much fun. So is rutting against him and listening to him moan as I hold his hands down against the pillow.
He shifts a knee between my legs to give himself better leverage and thrusts his hips up against mine.
I roll us both onto our sides and skim a hand down his ass. “This is mine now,” I pant into his mouth.
“Is it though?” he asks between kisses. “Don’t remember seeing a clean sheet in your last game.”
I groan. “Seriously? Do I have to come out of retirement for a few games just to fuck you? Is the new schedule out?” I try to think of a guaranteed shutout. “When do we play Buffalo?”
