“Show me how you do it, Gray.”
He moved the camera and she watched his hand gripping the base of his shaft, the way he squeezed as he pumped his fist over his cock, then eased up at the tip, rolling his thumb over it, then used a steady rhythm to pump up and down.
It was the most exciting thing she’d ever seen. She rolled her hand over her * as she watched, mesmerized.
“I’m ready to come, Evelyn,” he said, and she looked at him, watching the strain on his face as the movements of his arm grew faster and more frantic.
“Me, too. Talk to me, Gray. Make me come for you.”
“Rub your * faster. I want to hear you scream for me.”
“Oh, God. I can’t scream. Your parents will hear.”
“Then roll over and scream into the pillow. I just want to know you’re coming. And I’ll come with you.”
“No. I want to watch you come. I’ll hold back, but the next time you make love to me, I’ll scream loud for you.”
His hand was working hard over his cock now. Sweat beaded down the side of his face. “Now, Evelyn. I want you to come now.”
“I’m so close.” Her nipples tightened and she felt the stirrings of orgasm. “I’m going to come, Gray. I’m going to come.”
With his guttural groan, he rolled over onto his back, holding the camera out so she could see the streams of come spurting onto his belly.
“Oh, God, yes,” she said, fighting back the scream as her climax slammed into her.
He turned his face to the camera, his cock held tightly in his fist as he lifted his hips and she buried her fingers in her * while she shuddered through a wild, crazy orgasm that left her shaking and sweaty.
When it was over, she dropped the phone onto the mattress and had to catch her breath.
“Hey,” he finally said. “I need a few minutes. I’ll be right back.”
“Me too,” she said, staring up at the ceiling fan, still trying to breathe normally. She rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom. When she came back, Gray’s face was smiling at her on the phone. He was stretched out on his side as he lay on the bed.
“Thanks for that,” he said. “That took away the last of the day’s tension.”
She grinned at him. “Mine, too. I think I might even be able to sleep tonight.”
“Good. I’d still like it better if you were in my bed.”
Her stomach fluttered. “I’d like it better, too.”
“Tomorrow night, you will be.”
“Good night, Gray.”
“’Night, Evelyn.”
She clicked off, rolled over, and closed her eyes, unable to remove the smile from her face.
TWENTY
GRAY HAD EVELYN CHANGE THEIR FLIGHT. NOW THAT HE knew Bill was sick, it was important that he at least stop by and see him. They were flying out later that afternoon, which would still give him plenty of time to meet up with his crew and prepare for practice and qualifying.
“Tell me about Bill Briscoe,” Evelyn said as they drove to the university.
Gray smiled as the memories flooded him. “He and his wife Ginger were dorm parents the entire four years I was at the university. And from day one, Bill was the father figure I needed—hell, the father figure all of us guys needed. He gave me advice and discipline and warmth and compassion, especially during those critical college years when I floundered, when I felt lost and alone after . . .”
He paused, realizing he was going on and on about stuff he normally didn’t talk about—with anyone.
“You can tell me, Gray. It’s not like this is going to end up in social media. This is personal and I understand that.”
“After my father and I had a falling out when I decided not to go to Harvard and took the baseball scholarship to Oklahoma. Things were rough after that.”
“Because your father thought your schooling and career should go one way, and you wanted to go in another direction.”
“Yes. He wanted me to go into law, and eventually follow him into politics. That was never my passion.”
She nodded. “Because sports had always been what you loved.”
Funny how easily she understood that, and his father never had. “Yeah. The old man was pissed when I turned down Harvard.”
“Understandable. It’s always a parent’s dream that a child will follow in their footsteps. I’m sure he was disappointed.”
“Oh, he was more than disappointed. He railed about it, called me a failure, and told me I was wasting my life. And then he cut me off financially from the family money.
He told me if I was going to insist on making this mistake, I’d be doing it on my own.”
“Oh, God.” She laid her hand on his leg. “I’m so sorry, Gray.”
He shrugged, keeping his gaze firmly on the road. “I was so used to him always having to have his own way, by the time he’d made that decision I’d already figured that’s probably what he was going to do.”