“I hate to say this, but I have to go.”
“Now?”
His smile falters. “More like ten minutes ago, but yes. I’m catching a flight back to Reno. I’ll meet the team for a late dinner, and we’ll play tomorrow night. I’m sorry I can’t stay, and that I got here late. But if I miss my flight, Coach will kill me.”
“You’re kidding, right? You traveled two thousand miles just to ask me to marry you. You’re basically gunning for the Boyfriend Hall of Fame.”
He shakes his head and kisses me. “Don’t you mean the Fiancée Hall of Fame? Husband Hall of Fame? Yeah, I like that. Husband. It has a nice ring to it.”
I pull Booker close for one more kiss and breathe him in. Our next scheduled visit is in two weeks, but right now that feels like a lifetime away. “I can’t wait for forever to get here.”
“Same,” he agrees, kissing me once more before heading out the door.
* * *
Booker
As quietly as possible, I turn my key in the lock. Stepping inside the apartment, I toe off my shoes and set my bag down. I’m starving, but I bypass the kitchen. Food can wait. My boyfriend—no, my fiancée—cannot.It’s been less than 48 hours since I’ve seen him and I’m going to make this impromptu visit count
Stripping down to my boxers, I crawl into bed next to Ian. I pull the covers up to my waist and settle in for sleep. It’s nearly four in the morning, but my plan is to catch a few hours of sleep and wake up with Ian in my arms.
But apparently, I’m not as quiet as I think I am.
“Booker? What the hell? I love you, and I love surprises, but you’re going to give me a heart attack.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Well, I’m awake now. What are you going to do about it?”
“Scooch over,” I say. “I’m about to kiss you senseless and fuck you hard. Then, I’m sleeping for at least three hours.”
“Baby, I’m all for that,” he tells me, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “But aren’t you supposed to be in Reno? Don’t you go to Santa Fe in the morning? Are you, like AWOL or something? Does your coach know—”
I hold back a laugh. “And I thought I was the rule follower in the relationship. I’m actually here with Coach’s blessing. Did you see the game? He said if taking a detour to see you makes me score a hat trick that gets us into the next round of playoffs, then he’s in favor of it. I’m here for the next… twelve hours, and then I’m flying to Santa Fe. Basically, until four o’clock this afternoon, I’m all yours.”
“I like the sound of that,” he says, reaching for me.
I lean into his touch and we kiss like we have all the time in the world. We don’t, of course, but I won’t rush this. The feel of Ian’s lips on mine is a memory I’ll carry with me all the way back to Arizona. I can feel the hard length of him against my thigh and I groan out loud. “I need you. I need to touch you.”
“I’m all yours,” he says, and I can feel his mouth break into a smile. “I still can’t believe you’re here. It feels like I’m dreaming, and in a few hours I’ll wake up alone.”
“Not this time,” I assure him. I reach for his briefs, but my hand hits something firm in the tangle of sheets. “What’s—”
“Oh, fuck,” he curses, reaching between us and producing a bright blue dildo.
Oh, fuckis right.
“So, I might have been missing you and it’s entirely possible I fucked myself with that dildo before falling asleep last night,” he tells me, and I close my eyes to savor that image for a second.
“But it’s all your fault,” he continues.
“My fault?” I ask, pulling him closer, loving the feel of his naked chest against mine.
“Totally,” he says, his lips hovering over mine. “Remember our video chat from a few nights ago? The way you fucked yourself on that vibrator while I told you exactly what to do?”
“I remember,” I pant. My dick is a steel rod right now, thinking about how hot that night was. Sure, the distance may not be ideal, but we make the best of it.
Ian grips me and I capture his mouth in another kiss.
