“The Yankees?” I ask. “You do realize you live in Pennsylvania. He’ll be surrounded by Phillies fans his entire life. You’re dooming his existence with constant heckling and fights.”
He laughs heartily. “I’m not worried. At least he’s not going to be on the Mets.”
I swat him on the shoulder. “Hey, leave my Mets out of this.”
“Really? A Mets fan? I should have known.” He kisses me tenderly and pulls me closer against his body.
“My father’s favorite team. I grew up carrying Mr. Met around with Googie.” Mr. Met didn’t make it through the fire, and I feel sad, remembering the day my father gave him to me.
“What else does Kai’s future hold?” I ask curiously.
“That depends,” he says.
“Depends on what?” I ask.
“It depends on if you’ll be around to see him grow up.”
His words stab through my heart and I don’t understand why he’s saying this.
“What?” I ask, my eyes burning with impending tears.
He kisses me deeply, and my tears spill down my cheeks. He pulls back then kisses each and every drop until my cheeks are dry.
“I realize you’re leaving us to go back to work. But please don’t leave for good. We need you. I need you.”
“What do you want from me?” I ask. What is he asking?
“I want everything. All of you,” he says and rolls so that he’s on top of me, our hips pressed together. He spreads my legs apart with his knee and rests himself there.
I suck in a deep breath as he crushes his lips to mine. I want this. I want it all. I thrust my hips into his, and he moans against my mouth. “Sam,” he whispers, and his tongue twists with mine. He absorbs every breath as I prepare to give myself to him.
“Yes,” I pant, and he devours my words.
He pulls one hand over my head and laces his fingers with mine. His lips travel down to my neck as his free hand grazes the side of my breast, causing me to arch my back and press into him more aggressively. I need to feel him all over me, inside me.
His free hand caresses my cheek. My eyes open and he’s hovering above me, looking contemplative. “Are you sure?” he asks, and I nod so there’s no confusion about exactly what I want. What I need.
He doesn’t hesitate further. He slides down my body, taking my leggings and panties with him. He doesn’t waste his time removing his boxers. The only thing that remains between us is my tank, which he’s already pushed over my breasts. He covers my nipple with his mouth, causing me to moan. He scrapes his teeth over it gently, and he moves to devour my other breast. I thrust toward him, and his hard length presses against my thigh. I feel his warm breath everywhere as his mouth nips and sucks places that haven’t seen the light of day in ages.
“Garrett,” I whimper.
He spreads my legs farther apart and plunges his fingers into me while his thumb swirls my most sensitive area. I thrust my hips, forcing his fingers deeper. “Look at me,” he says, and I do. He stares into my eyes as he continues plunging in and out. I’m gasping for air, needing a quick release. He moves expertly, and I come apart almost immediately. My climax surprises me, but he doesn’t relent. He rolls on top of me so he’s once again resting there. So close. My hips rise and fall, and I need to feel him. All of him.
“Inside me,” I pant.
He reaches for the nightstand, and I’m not surprised that there’s a stash of condoms in the back. He tears one open and quickly slides it over himself.
He fills me before I can catch my breath, his lips crash into mine. We move together like we’ve done this a thousand times before. I open my eyes the same time he does, and he slows his rhythm and swirls his hips above mine. He lifts a hand to touch my cheek, the look in his eyes almost unsure if I’m real or not. I lift my head to kiss him softly, and he thrusts deeper into me.