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Chapter 13

Weston

W e should be celebrating the win, and some of us are. The locker room is all cheers and happiness, but I’m simmering with rage.

Rage I haven’t felt before. Sure, I’ve gotten mad, but never like this. This feels personal. It fucking is personal

“Is your little boyfriend waiting for you?” Marcus asks, sneering at me.

I really fucking hope he is. God, he looks so fucking good in my jersey. Like mine . And as soon as this is over and I can get back to him, that’s what I intend to make him.

I ignore Marcus. Just like I’ve ignored him since the half. It was all fine until he noticed Darcy in the stands in my jersey. Then he started letting people past him deliberately, and the second my body slammed into the turf, I was pissed .

It’s not like me to get upset like that, but hey, it seems if there’s one thing I won’t tolerate, it’s someone fucking with Darcy. And that’s the problem. If he had said bad things about me? Fine. But not Darcy. “Stop talking about him. Keep his name out of your mouth,” I say, my voice calm and restrained.

Marcus laughs. “Why? Are you offended that I clocked your gay ass?”

“Not gay.”

And I’m not. Sure, I’m attracted to Darcy, but as far as I can tell, he’s the only man I’ve been attracted to. Although, the more I think about it, the more I wonder about my quarterback during my freshman year, and sure, I can say when a guy is hot objectively. So what does that make me? Bi? I don’t really care much about the labels, but I’m not gay. At least not fully. Either way, it doesn’t matter. This asshole needs to shut up.

I finish getting dressed in a hurry and make my way quickly out of the locker room, ready to find Darcy as soon as humanly possible.

Marcus, of course, isn’t going to let that slide. I make it three steps into the hall, and I’m being shoved forward. “Going to find your little faggot boyfriend, Hale?”

Anger explodes in my stomach and, without missing a beat, I turn and shove him against the wall, pinning him there with my arm across his throat. “I already fucking told you. Don’t talk about him like that.”

He laughs, his eyes lighting up. I know I’m playing right into what he wants, but I really couldn’t care less at this point. “What? Is he not bending you over enough? You’d think getting laid would loosen you up some. Or maybe it’s just that boy pussy isn’t as good as real pussy. Is that it, Hale? ”

Before I have a chance to say anything, Ben jumps into it, rushing up beside me. “Bro, shut the fuck up. No one wants your bigoted-ass comments.”

Marcus laughs again, and I push harder against his throat. “You can’t deny it, Hale. We all saw his little fag ass sitting up there in your jersey like he was something special.”

My anger almost boils over, and I force myself to take a deep breath before I do something I regret. Something that will get me expelled and make me lose my scholarship. “Don’t fucking talk about him like that. You have no idea what type of person he is. You’re not even good enough to say his fucking name. I’m going to let you go, and you’ll leave without another word, or I’ll have your ass off this team.”

I watch his eyes for a second, my entire body shaking with my barely concealed fury, and then release him and step back. I don’t miss the way he sucks in quick breaths before he finally walks away.

I turn to my right just in time to see Darcy grab Parker’s arm in a panic, like he’s trying to get away. Not a fucking chance I’m going to let that happen. I take off after him, unable to stop myself from letting my apologies for what I’m sure he heard reflect on my face. I glance down at him wearing my number and up to his face, smiling at the way he looks in my jersey.

I don’t stop moving until I’m right in front of him. He’s blinking up at me like he’s not sure how I got here, but also a little like he’s considering running away. Before I even decide to do it, my finger is tracing the letter on the front of his jersey.

I look up at him, and within a split-second, Darcy is raising up on his tip-toes. He brings his mouth so close to mine I can feel his breath on my lips.

A shiver races down my spine. “I’m going to do something. And if you hate it, you can stop me,” he murmurs, his lips catching on my bottom one with each word, and then he’s slamming his lips onto mine.

I forget how to breathe. I forget Marcus’s bullshit. Hell, I think for a second, I forget how to kiss. But only for a second. Because when I feel a slight hesitation and him start to pull away, I wrap my arms tightly around his waist and haul him closer to me with a low groan, finally figuring out the kissing him back thing.

He lets out a small sound against my lips, and it’s almost my undoing. I tighten my grip on him, parting my lips in silent invitation. He takes me up on it, tilting his head and deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth.

Holy shit. I’m kissing Darcy Sinclair.

Fuck.

He moans. It’s deep and low and nothing at all like a woman’s moan, and it makes my cock throb and my knees weak. His hands slide up my back and tangle in my hair. When he tugs on the strands, electricity fires up my spine and forces a gasp from my throat. He doesn’t seem at all concerned—just presses his body closer to mine and swallows the sound.

This is consuming. Overwhelming. Fucking life-altering.

His teeth graze my bottom lip and I moan, grinding my hips against his body to get some relief for my aching cock.

Someone clears their throat. Loudly. And we jump apart from each other. We stare at each other for a second. He looks… fucking sinful—pupils wide, lips wet and red, chest heaving.

There’s a slow clap from the right, and we both turn to see Parker smirking at us. “Wow. What a show.”

I’ll be so honest, I was so focused on Darcy, I didn’t even notice them standing there. Darcy groans, covering his face with his hands. Fuck. I hope he’s not regretting any of that. I might have to snatch him up and run away with him if he is. “Are you okay?” I ask, ignoring Parker’s eyes volleying between us.

Darcy nods, peeking at me through his fingers. Jesus, he’s adorable. “Then why are you hiding?” I whisper.

He drops his hands, then looks around. “I just kissed you… in front of everyone… like right after someone was being a bigot. Not a good move.”

Parker’s eyes dart to me. Darcy was right. They’re a menace. “Okay. And? I’ve already told you, I don’t care what anyone thinks. I’m just sorry you had to hear all that. You deserve better.”

Darcy doesn’t get a chance to answer because Benson comes running up to us. “Sorry, man. I tried to let you have your little moment, but I couldn’t wait anymore.” He holds his hand out to Darcy, and irritation burns heavy in my stomach when Darcy shakes his hand. “I’m Ben. You must be the reason West here was looking at everyone’s asses in the locker room like he was trying to figure out complex math equations.”

Heat floods my cheeks and Darcy laughs before introducing himself.

Benson turns his attention to Parker. “I’m Ben.”

Parker holds their hand out, giving Ben’s a shake. “I know. I’m Parker.”

Their handshake goes on a little longer than is strictly necessary while they size each other up. Ben’s lips tilt up in a smirk. “So, Parker, do you wanna get out of here?”

Parker grins, flashing perfect white teeth. “Oh, yes. So much. Let’s go.”

I turn my attention to Darcy, absolutely fucking confused about what’s going on. He looks equally confused, so I guess that’s something. Parker lets go of Ben’s hand and pulls Darcy into a hug. I only barely catch the words, “Told you. Big, macho football players,” before they’re releasing Darcy and turning to Benson.

Neither of them even spare us a glance as they turn and leave together, walking closer than two people who have just met should be. I glance at Darcy as the two of them disappear from view. “What the fuck was that?”

Darcy snorts, eyes still glued on the last place he could see Parker and Ben. “That was Parker. I told you. Menace.” He turns to me, and the slightly hopeful look on his face has my breath catching in my throat. “So, dinner?”

He looks so gorgeous, and even though I want so badly to take him to dinner, I think I want something else more. “Not tonight.”

“Oh.” Darcy’s face falls. “I understand.”

I don’t think he understands at all. I step closer, brushing my body against his as I cup his face in my hands. Dipping my head, I seal our lips together, reveling in his surprised gasp.

If I thought the feelings that kissing him gave me were an anomaly, I was wrong. This is just as intense as before. Maybe more so, even.

His hands come up to grip my hips as our kiss burns out of control. The fire between us is unmistakable and not something I’ve ever felt before. I pull back, brushing my lips over his gently before nipping at his full lower lip and using my tongue to ease the sting when he hisses. “Dinner tomorrow. Home with me, now?”

Darcy nods quickly. “Yeah. Yes. That.”

Oh fuck yes. “Okay, let’s go.”

I take a reluctant step away, and his hands fall from me. I’m dying to touch him. To feel his body, to explore the planes of his muscles and see if he has freckles anywhere else. I twine our fingers together and lead him out of the building .

By the time we make it to my place, I’ve officially had it with not touching him. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this. I’m tired of waiting.

He must have the same idea because as soon as I close the door behind me, he’s on me, slipping his fingers into my hair and dragging me down to kiss him. The second our lips connect, that same burning heat from before ignites. We stumble our way to the couch—hands exploring, teeth clinking together, and our bodies pressed so close it makes it almost impossible to walk.

I fall onto the couch, and Darcy climbs into my lap, straddling my thighs. His cock brushes against mine, forcing a harsh moan from my lips. His hands find their way into my hair as he uses his grip to tilt my head the way he wants it.

I let him. Mostly because, fuck, this is so hot.

But only for a second. Then I’m tearing my mouth from his and dragging my lips over the soft skin of his jaw and down his throat. God, I’ve been dying to do this. I want to soak in every single bit of his body, every second of his delicious weight pressing me into the couch.

He whimpers, shuddering hard, when I graze my teeth over his fluttering pulse. The sound shoots right to my already aching cock. This is exhilarating. Almost too much. I never want to stop.

I bring our lips together, and suddenly, it’s like Darcy’s everywhere.

His hands are in my hair, skimming over my throat, pressing into my shoulders, then tucked behind my back and pulling me closer.

Darcy rolls his hips. Slow. Deliberate. A sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt washes over me, my cock throbbing hard against his as I moan and shiver. Holy fuck. That’s… so fucking good. Really, truly. I should have kissed him the other day. I should have kissed him the first day I met him. Should have slid my fingers into his hair and made a home for myself in the lush taste of his mouth the second he told me hi s name. I was really fucking missing out. His tongue sweeps past my lips as our kisses turn deeper. More needy, more desperate. He shifts his hips, moving his cock over mine. A sound I’ve never made before in my life tears from my throat. So maybe I’m the only one feeling desperate.

His low moan follows mine as he grinds down against me again.

Maybe not just me, then. Oh. Oh fuck.

My body’s shaking, my breath coming far too quickly, and my chest heaving. Every slow grind of his hips has pleasure exploding through me. It’s too much and somehow not enough, and I can’t stop myself from raising my hips to meet each slow roll of his. I chase the friction of his body until I can’t take it anymore.

My hands come up to grip his waist. “Darcy,” I choke out, my voice raw. “You have to—oh fuck .” A shudder works its way through my body as my cock pulses, wetting the inside of my underwear with a burst of pre-cum. “We have to slow down.”

He does—thankfully—slowing the motion of his hips. It’s not helping, though. It’s actually making everything worse. Better. Fuck. I don’t know. The friction of his cock against mine is making my head spin.

I let my head fall back against the couch, my jaw locking tight as I fight to keep control. My pulse is thundering in my ears, but doing nothing to mute the sounds Darcy is making. My stomach tightens—heat pooling in my balls, unbearable and fucking mind-blowing.

I feel the first pulse of my orgasm, a deep throbbing ache that makes my thighs tense and my breath catch, wet heat pouring from the head of my cock and down my shaft. “Darcy—we have to stop. Too close. Too fucking close.”

He groans, but he stops moving. Thank God .

He doesn’t even give me time to breathe. His hips are still, but he presses forward, kissing me again. His tongue flicks against mine as I pant and gasp into his mouth. Even though he’s not moving, I can still feel so much— every brush of his tongue on mine, the heat of his body, the weight of him pressing into my cock. Every single whimper and moan he feeds me sends sparks flying through my body.

I should push him away. I know that. But I don’t fucking want to. Every little sound he makes pushes me closer to the edge. Pre-cum is pouring out of me in slow, aching pulses, my dick so hard it fucking hurts. Darcy just keeps exploring my mouth, touching me, moaning and whimpering. My control is waning, my thighs twitching. I’m barely managing to keep my hips still. Especially since all I want to do is drag him over my cock and lose myself in pleasure.

Darcy’s tongue swipes over my lower lip, followed by his teeth. Then he bites down.

A ragged moan tears from me as my orgasm slams into me. My body locks up tight, my cock pulsing against the wet fabric of my underwear, each one sending stronger waves of pleasure through me. I give in, grabbing Darcy’s hips tightly, using my grip to drag him over my cock as I thrust up helplessly, unable to keep myself from chasing the intense, blinding feeling.

Darcy gasps, but I can’t stop. Everything feels too fucking good. Just when I think I’m done, his thighs tighten on mine, and another wave wrecks me, my cock throbbing again as another weak jet of cum shoots out, adding to the mess.

My body continues twitching and shaking, overcome with aftershocks. When it’s finally over, I slump against the couch and Darcy’s wide eyes find mine. “Did you just…?”

The reality of what just happened hits me, and I groan, covering my face with my hands. Oh my fucking God. I finally get to make out with Darcy Sinclair, and I lose my shit in minutes from some dry humping. If you can even call it that, since he wasn’t even moving when I came. Darcy giggles, and I peek at him from between my fingers. “Please don’t,” I say, closing my fingers again so I can’t see him. “Just… let me die of embarrassment in peace. Yeah?”

Darcy laughs, but it’s breathless. “Yeah, no. I can’t do that.”

I peek through my fingers again, and Darcy is watching me with a smug expression on his face. I pull my hands away with another groan, my cheeks burning. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

He raises an eyebrow. “That I made you come in like two minutes? I mean…” He pauses, looking me over like he’s actually considering it. “Yeah, I really am.”

“Darcy.”

“Weston.”

I laugh, completely overcome with the big feelings exploding through me. “Any chance we can just scrub the last ten minutes from your mind and pretend that didn’t happen?”

Darcy quirks a brow at me. “Not on your life.”

I really should have known. I pull him to me, feeling his hard cock against my stomach. Yeah, I need to take care of that. I push him away gently and something flashes across his face that looks a lot like panic. I don’t waste any more time, though. I unbutton his jeans and work on freeing his cock.