Page 20 of Power Move
Dragging his suitcase behind him, Morgan stumbles into Remy’s back. “Tired. Need sleep. Remy, let’s go.”
The keys dangling from his fist jingle as Remy rubs his eyes. “Hold up. We’ve been gone for so long, I forget where I parked.”
“Hit the button on your keys,” Sage suggests. His big coat, which I learned Morgan gave to him and therefore Sage cherishes it, is zipped up to his chin. He waves goodbye to the teammates strolling past us.
“Smart suggestion.” I spot Remy’s car and nudge my temporary defensive partner’s shoulder, turning him in that direction.
With a tired, “Yay,” he hugs me, then hustles with Morgan toward the car.
Sage touches my hand. “Are you okay to drive? Do you want me to? Or Jonas?”
“I’m fine. I’ll get us home safe.” I wave to my friends, call Jonas over, and the three of us walk to my car. Fitting our bags in takes some creative rearranging, but we manage.
During the drive, I have the windows cracked and the radio on to keep myself awake, and we chat about the game. We don’t bring up that two of the food poisoning victims are fully recovered and the other are two nearly there. Management needs to make a decision to either keep Sage and Morgan with us or send them back down. I’d prefer the pair to stay, but if they keep producing, and our other teammates don’t, I think we’ll see more of Sage and Morgan in our lineup either way.
I pull into my designated space in our building’s garage. We part ways with Jonas on the elevator. After he exits for his floor, I turn to Sage. “There’s a good chance he’ll show up for breakfast in the morning.”
He nudges his suitcase away so he can hug me. “It’s okay. If we were at my house, we’d have five guys joining us.”
We kiss until the car reaches my floor. The hall is quiet except for our rolling suitcases and footsteps. Coming home with him feels both comfortable and exciting.
The apartment is in shadows, the glimmer of streetlights coming through the edges of the blinds. I lock up behind us, toss our coats on the couch, then slide my hand along the curve of his jaw. “Do you want anything? Water?”
“Just you.” He grazes his fingertips along the center of my chest. “And maybe some sleep.”
“I like the sound of that.” I bend to kiss him.
Trading kisses, we move through the apartment, on a path to my bedroom. I push the door open wider, backing him into the space. “I’ve dreamed about you in here with me for days. Since you sat on my bed.”
“Me too.” He works open my shirt buttons. “I wanted to pull you on top of me that day.”
My hands tremble with the knowledge that I get to touch him however I choose. However he wants. No holding back. Not tonight. “If I’d known, I would have done just that.”
His gray sweater fits his form. I trace my hands over the knit. “The entire flight home, I wondered how soft this would be. How you’d feel under it. How you’d feel out of it.”
Shuddering, he reaches for the hem. “Help me take it off?”
He slides it up, and I follow, taking hold of the tee he wears underneath, dragging my knuckles over his skin. He sucks in a breath and closes his eyes. “This is nice. I like you touching me.”
I toss the shirts on the chair in the corner of the room, then add mine to the pile. “I like you touching me, too.”
Sage’s jeans are black and tight, molded to his thighs. He makes a gorgeous picture with his golden skin and thick hair, those blue eyes and kissable lips. Then he bites that lip, and shyness peaks out. He dips his head, moving closer to me,working open the button on his jeans. “This is like that first time in the hotel room. You and me, shirtless.”
I copy him, opening the button on my jeans. “That time ended in orgasms. This will too.”
His gaze sweeps over me. “Can I… Will you… Strip for me?”
“You want to watch me?” My cock jerks at the image that paints. Holding his shoulders, I drive him to the bed and push him down. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”
Those eyes tracing my every movement make me feel like a god. I slide my hand down the center of my chest. Then pause. “Do you have music you want for tonight?”
He smiles and nods, and hurries from the room. While he’s gone, I ditch my shoes and socks. Fast footsteps carry him back seconds later. Music with a sensual beat plays from his phone. He sets it on the bedside table and resumes his seat at the end of the bed.
I start again, tracing my hand from my chest to my stomach, up and down. Then stride to him. Taking his hand, I guide it to my zipper. His eyes darkening, he licks his lips and lets me use him to work the metal tab down. My cock jumps at the brush of his fingers through the layers of denim and cotton. Throbbing, I step back, wanting to give him the show he asked for.
Peeling the material open, I show him a flash of my red boxers. Moving to the music, I work the jeans over my ass, slowly pushing them down my thighs, my calves, then step free.
Sage’s attention goes to my shorts. I hook a thumb onto the center of the waistband and lower it, my cock bobbing free. He leans forward, gazing at it then up to my face, hunger written in every inch of his expression. I push the material down my legs and leave it next to my jeans. Then fist myself, soaking up his attention, and step into his space.
