“Babe,” he starts. “That’ll be public.”
“I know, and I don't care.”
Is my confidence a little false? It sure is. Still, deep down, I know this is the right thing to do. Nobody is coming for me. The only people who know me and would give a shit are my parents, and what are they gonna do? If they see it, and that’s a massive if, all they can do is get pissed, try to DM me again, and wallow in their own displeasure.
“Then go right ahead,” Ian says, and he slings an arm around my waist.
“Want a tag?” Lana asks, handing Ian her phone.
“I’m good with that.” Ian puts his account tag in, and once he’s done, I take the phone out of his hands to do the same for myself.
“Awesome. Thanks so much!” Lana says when I give her phone back. “I’ll add a nice caption, and it’ll go up in a few minutes.”
She walks away, and it sinks in.
It’s out there.
A picture of me so obviously in love with my amazing boyfriend. Not hidden, not posted to a private account, nothing like that—it’s on the BUC newspaper’s social media and maybe their website, too. WMU’s paper might repost it.
“Are you doing okay?” Ian asks. “You seem a little tense.”
I tell the truth. “I’m good, but I’m overthinking the photo a little, but I don’t regret it. I needed to take that step.”
“That’s amazing,” he says. “I’m glad you’re feeling good about it, and I’m here for you if the nerves stick around.”
Right as I’m about to speak, one of the WMU coaches calls the team over.
Ian gives me an apologetic smile. “I’m gonna have to debrief and then shower here. You can head back to the hotel to wait.”
“No rush,” I say as nonchalantly as I can manage, and I remember my sexy little plan for after the game. Lowering my voice and brushing my lips against his ear, I add. “I might be tied up myself.”
He blinks, widening his eyes more with each time he opens them. “What do you mean by that?”
I swat his ass. “I said what I said, Scotty. I might have done some digging in our sex drawer, so don’t keep me waiting.”
As I straighten, Ian’s face is flushed. Seriously flushed. His mouth hangs open, and he shakes his head, still standing motionless.
The coach calls for Ian.
“I’ll be back as fast as I can. Trust me.” With that, Ian spins around and sprints over to where the rest of the team is gathered, not like that’ll make his coach speak any faster.
Smiling to myself, I saunter out of the ballpark and back to our hotel, trying to keep myself from getting inappropriately hard in my jeans while letting my mind wander.
I’m getting what I want today—I came out to a bunch of people and nothing bad happened, and soon, I’m gonna get laid out and ravaged by my sex god of a boyfriend.
As soon as I’m in the room, I strip and head for the shower, getting myself nice and clean in preparation for getting downright filthy. Ian texts me as I’m toweling off, telling me he’s already on his way back, so I speed up.
I fish the handcuffs out of my backpack and fix the straps to the bedposts, leaving them draped on top of the sheets. He’s gonna be here any second now, so I flop onto the bed and cover my hard, impatient cock with a clean sock.
The lock clicks open as soon as I put my hands behind my head.
“Hey,” I say. “You kept me waiting.”
He stands frozen, his mouth open, eyes sweeping over my almost-naked body. He’s changed, and his hair is still damp from the ballpark shower, and he tears his gaze off me, darting to the black fabric above my shoulders.
He lets out a huff of laughter. “You weren’t kidding, were you?”
I reply with a shrug. “I wasn’t. Now are you gonna get your ass over here and do what you want with me?
