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Dev

Oh, yeah. There he is.

I waited, anticipation crawling through my veins. I’d decided, win or lose today, I was going to make my move on Brody “Blink” Martin. Four years of desperation. Longing. Wishing I could throw caution to the wind and act on my lust and desire. Knowing it would never happen. Brody was straight. Or so I’d thought.

Until one game I’d been on the bench, resting a strained shoulder and watching him play—and had caught him subtly checking out the asses of opposing players when he thought no one would notice. I’d finally gotten the answer I’d been hoping for.

And if it turned out I was wrong and he wasn’t into it, or me, I knew he wouldn’t tell anyone. Brody was a team player, and he took that seriously. He’d never threaten or blackmail me. Brody was that sweet, good Southern boy. Loved his mother, went to church, and helped anyone who asked. I swear he’d give a homeless man the shirt off his back or the shoes off his feet. A truly good person.

And hot as fucking hell.

Some of the guys had met ladies and retired to the cabins, while others had decided to split and return to the hotel alone or with their girl of choice. Me? I had a whole other plan. One that involved my sexy-as-fuck teammate, who I hoped would be more than that by the time the night ended.

I stood at the edge of the firepit, waiting for his answer, while my hungry gaze roamed over him. Thick, reddish-brown hair, wide blue eyes, and a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose. Broad shoulders, a tight, round ass, and the biggest set of thighs this side of the Mississippi. Those baby blue eyes held mine, firelight playing off his slightly tense but curious face.

“Yeah, sure, Dev. ’Course you can.”

Maybe he expected me to sit opposite him, but I chose the seat by his side. He shifted a few inches away to give me room, but I put a hand on his arm.

“Don’t.”

He froze, and through parted lips, I saw the tip of his pink tongue. I wanted to taste it. Suck on it. The sight of it sent my stomach into a free fall. I’d bet he didn’t even know how gorgeous he was.

“Dev,” he hissed. “The guys—”

“All gone,” I murmured. “They’re either in their own cabins, or they returned to the hotel.” I licked my lips, and Brody’s breath hitched. “It’s just you and me out here.”

“What the hell’s goin’ on? What’re you doin’?”

That sexy drawl was such a turn-on, and I had to hold off from pouncing on him. I leaned in close. “I want to kiss you.”

Brody’s jaw dropped. “Wh-what? But you’re—”

“Gay.” I cupped his cheek, my thumb tracing those full lips I’d had filthy dreams about sucking my dick. “And I think you are too. Am I right?”

Dumbfounded, he nodded, and relief crashed through me as I brushed my mouth to his. A gasp of air escaped him.

“Oh God, Dev,” he groaned. The sound went straight to my balls, and I lost it.

We attacked each other like wild beasts, Brody shocking me with the ferocity of his need. His tongue met mine and I sucked it while his hands dug into my hair to hold my head steady. He nipped and sucked at my lips and jaw. My cock was hard as a fucking iron pole, and if I didn’t stop, I’d come in my shorts like a horny kid. I pushed him off and gazed into his flushed face.

“That’s not your first kiss from a guy, is it?”

His chest rose and fell. “No. Yours?”

His confession surprised me. I’d thought my country boy would be a virgin, and I’d have to teach him. Me? I’d been having sex since I was sixteen. It was easy to find what I needed—go on a few gay message boards, meet up in some out-of-the-way place, and get laid. No strings, merely a way to get my rocks off. But I didn’t fuck where I lived because I had no desire to be fodder for New York City gossip. To get what I needed, I went upstate or to Jersey. Connecticut or Long Island. I didn’t mind traveling.

“I’ve been with guys.” I kissed Brody again, addicted to his taste, the sounds of his breathing, unable to put into words why this felt different. “You wanna go to the cabin?”

A shy smile ticked up the corner of his mouth. Damn, that was sexy. When he nodded, I took his hand in mine and led him to the largest structure at the edge of the site, which I’d reserved for myself. The door opened to a huge room with a fireplace and a big furry rug in front of it. Wooden beams crisscrossed the ceiling, and glass sliders led to a deck with a Jacuzzi and chaise lounges. The bedroom was in the back. I’d had the staff fill the fridge with champagne, beer, and snacks.

Brody surveyed the space. “This is nice.” He swiveled, taking it all in. “Our whole house would fit in here. My momma would freak if she saw this.”

I knew we were from two different worlds, but I didn’t care about any of that. I had the man I’d craved for years, alone and willing. I took his face between my hands and kissed him. Our tongues played and rubbed, and I tugged at his shirt.

“Off. All of it.”

“You too,” he croaked out, his voice rough with need, and we stripped out of our clothes in seconds flat. I devoured the sight of his naked body—flat, ridged abs and that heavy, beautiful dick rising between those powerful thighs. I’d seen it plenty of times in the locker room and in my filthy dreams. But now I licked my lips, knowing it was mine for the night. Brody’s hungry gaze ate me up as well, and it was almost painful to move, but I had to touch him. I laid my hand on his chest, and the rapid pump of his heart matched my frenzied beat.

“Oh God,” Brody groaned as our bodies pressed together. Precome slicked my stomach, and my cock throbbed and ached.

“Fuck, Brody. I want… ahh .” I lost it when his big hand wrapped around our shafts and began to jack us off. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I rode that rubdown, and my toes curled as my orgasm smashed through me. “Fuck,” I called out, come shooting from my dick in the most mind-blowing climax of my life. Brody shouted out a moment later, and we sank to the large sectional sofa, collapsing in a tangle of arms and legs.

Minutes passed, and I cracked open one eye to see Brody lying by me, his chest heaving. It was a while before I was able to remember how to speak.

“That was incredible.”

“ Mmm .” Eyes still closed, Brody smiled. “Sure was.”

I eyed his beautiful body, finally available for me to touch and play with. I ran my hands over his sticky abs and tweaked his nipples. Brody opened his eyes and I got on all fours, hovering above his groin. My mouth watered at his musky scent, and I tongued his dick. It twitched and filled.

“Tastes so good.” I continued to lick up and down the rapidly stiffening shaft and sucked the fat head.

“Fuck me, Dev,” Brody breathed, his hands playing with my hair. “This is so damn hot. I’ve dreamed about you for years. What you’d feel like.” He met my eyes and hesitated for a beat. “Inside me.”

Lust slammed into me, and panting, I sat on my heels, my dick stiff and ready for action again.

“I want that.”

I scrambled off and pulled him up, but once we were standing, I didn’t want to rush anything. I’d planned this evening on a hope and a prayer that Brody would be sharing it with me, that we’d spend the night ripping up the sheets from wild, uncontrollable sex. But now that he was here, I wanted more than the physical. It was disconcerting, and I grew nervous and unsure. Why, I couldn’t say.

“Do you want a drink or a snack?” I asked, and Brody’s face screwed up in question.

“Huh? Don’t you wanna…you know?” A cute blush rose over his face, and he ducked his head. I tipped up his chin and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“Oh, yeah. We’re gonna do that. Don’t you worry.” I grabbed a butt cheek and squeezed. “Look how perfectly you fit in my hand.”

Brody ran his fingers up the tats on my arms. “These are so gorgeous. What made you get them?”

Would it kill the vibe to say it was a way to get a rise out of my stuffy parents? Their lives were so measured and precise, I tried whatever I could to cause a misstep—getting tattoos was the first, and playing football was another. It might’ve started out as a joke, but I soon discovered how much I loved the game and how damn good I was—so good that colleges couldn’t throw scholarships at me fast enough. I decided it was what I wanted. The one thing in my life I could say was absolutely mine.

Of course Mother and Father had believed I’d be attending one of their illustrious universities. I’d had the grades and the football talent, but at my announcement that I’d picked a school based on their stellar football program and not academic status, they’d been horrified and had expressed their emotions with stern frowns and multisyllabic words of disappointment.

“I just like them. They look badass.”

“ Mmm .” Brody’s hands pinched my butt. “This ass is pretty bad.” He slid a rough finger down my crack, making my nerves explode and my dick jerk. “I like it.”

I kissed his collarbone and sank my teeth into the curve of his neck and shoulder. “I like you.” He hissed, and I licked the red mark. “A lot.”

“I…I never knew. You’re always surrounded by girls.”

“And I’ve never slept with any of them.” At his shocked face, I chuckled. “I tell them I don’t trust condoms not to break, and God knows I can’t risk the chance that they’re not on birth control. It’s saved the day. But dammit, I hate having to hide it. Don’t you?” I brushed aside the thick swath of reddish-brown hair hanging over his brow.

“Yeah. But I get it. I’ve tried datin’ but never got beyond a first or second date. They probably think I’m a jerk.”

I shook my head. “No way. You’re a nice guy.”

I didn’t think Brody even listened to what I said. He stared off into the distance. “No way can I ever say nothin’, though. I don’t think my momma would care—I hope. Not sure about Theo, but it don’t really matter if he does or doesn’t.”

We’d all played ball together for years but knew little of each other’s personal lives. Curious to delve deeper into Brody’s, I leaned against the big kitchen island. “You and he don’t get along? I’ve seen him at the games, though, cheering you on. He’s into it.”

“Oh, he’s all right, and he loves my momma.” Brows pulled together, Brody lifted a shoulder. “But he ain’t ever gonna replace my daddy.” He pinched his eyes shut. “Silly, huh? I’m twenty-one and still missin’ my father who’s been dead for more than ten years.”

That was a whole lot of hurt resting inside Brody. I put my arms around him and held him. “Hey. It’s okay. We all have shit we gotta deal with.”

“Like your parents?” I tensed, and Brody arched a brow. “They didn’t come today. I see things too. They never come to any of our games. Not even this championship one.”

My smile was thin. “They’re not football fans.”

He ran his knuckles across my cheek in a touch so sweet and gentle, I fucking trembled. “Dev, c’mon.”

This was getting more personal than I’d imagined. This was supposed to be about wild, hot sex and lots of it. I raised my face to the ceiling, blew out a breath, and spoke to the rough wooden beams.

“Throwing a ball isn’t good enough for the only child of Professors Sandra and Leonard Summers. I disappointed them by not following the path they primed me for since birth—the scholarly route.” I mimicked my father’s upper-crust accent. “ Devlin Summers. A boy with your illustrious background doesn’t play football. This is not what we’ve planned for you. You have the ability to follow in our footsteps and those of your grandparents and great-grandparents. Instead, you waste it on something that doesn’t require your brain, only brute force. ”

“Oh, wow.” Brody’s entire demeanor changed. He grew stiff and put some distance between us. “So, uh…your mom and dad…they’re really smart, huh?”

“You could say so.” I didn’t like Brody so far away, and reached for him, but he sidestepped me. My heart sank. This response was exactly why I never spoke about my family. My ancestors’ names were engrained in the hallowed halls of many institutions, including the Supreme Court.

“Don’t. Please, Brody.”

“Don’t what?” he asked, but his eyes skittered away.

“Look at me differently just because you think my parents are special. They’re not. And I’m nothing like them. At all.”

His shoulders sagged. “I dunno.”

That hurt. “Before I mentioned it, you treated me like everyone else, and I am. I’m just me. Dev. The guy who throws a football well. The guy who’s wanted you for four years, and the last thing we should be doing tonight is wasting our time together talking about my parents. I should be kissing you.” This time when I reached for him, he let me, and I fell into the hot sweetness of his mouth.

“Dev.” He sighed. “I want you so bad, but—”

“No. No buts. Not now. Who knows if we’ll get this chance again?”

Speaking those words filled me with sadness, but I knew they were the truth. The rest of the year would be a whirlwind of draft choices, endorsements, and meetings with our agents and NFL teams. Plus graduation. Neither of us could predict where we’d end up, but it was highly unlikely we’d be on the same team.

Brody gripped my hand tighter. “Okay.”

“Lemme grab a bottle of champagne.”

We kissed all the way to the bedroom, stoking our lust. The cabin’s bedrooms were spacious and boasted skylights, allowing the pale moonlight to lay in silvery stripes across the bed. I dropped the bottle on the bed, needing two hands to hold him closer. I’d never wanted anyone with such desperate longing. Brody’s hands rested on my shoulders, anchoring me to the floor.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I whispered.

“You ain’t had me yet.”

“What’re we waiting for, then?” I tugged the pout of his lower lip between my teeth. “Let’s make that happen.”

He lay under me on the bed and spread his legs, giving me the wide-open sight of his ass. I moved in closer and licked a path across his hole. Brody jumped beneath me.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

“You like it? I’ll do it again.” I teased and sucked his rim, fucking him with my tongue until he writhed beneath me, his hole hot and silky against my lips. I watched his face to see what he liked, because giving Brody Martin pleasure was all I wanted.

“Dev, Dev , fuck me. Fuck me,” he yelled, and I liked hearing him call out my name. One last lick, and I patted his ass.

“On all fours.”

Brody rolled onto his stomach, and I smoothed my hands over those beautiful pale cheeks before sticking my fingers into my mouth and slipping one, then two inside him.

“Jesus, you’re like fucking fire in there.” I played with him for another minute, squeezing his balls lightly and reaching under him to pull his dick.

“Fuck you, do it already,” he snarled and peered over his shoulder, that normally sweet face fierce, eyes blazing.

“You’re hot when you wanna get fucked, aren’t you?” Damn, he was beautiful. And mine. The lube and condoms I’d had delivered earlier were on the bed. I rolled a condom on and lubed up. “Ready for me?” I held his waist, and he reached out to grab the headboard.

“God, yes.”

The first push into his ass was like opening the doors of heaven, and I couldn’t go slow. My hips snapped, and a strangled sound burst free from Brody.

“Oh God, oh God.”

“Dammit. Make that sound again.”

Brody groaned. “Dev, please,” he implored.

As I thrust, he lifted his ass higher and sucked me in farther. I was lost in the heat and hunger, out of control, needing to bury myself so far in Brody, I’d never leave him. He squeezed me tight, one hand working his dick while the other held on to the headboard as I drove into him.

We were loud in our passion for each other, the walls echoing with our shouts and grunts. My blood boiled, and I knew I was close to the edge. I tried to prolong the pleasure, dragging my dick out of him slowly, then slamming it back, but he grew wise to my game and squeezed his ass around my dick.

“Fuck, Brody. Fuck me. I can’t…you’re…oh, God.” Like before, my climax ripped into me without warning, at the same time as Brody’s. My vision faded to black and I saw stars as if I’d been knocked off my feet and sacked. My cock pulsed hard, filling the rubber, and I fell on top of a sweat-soaked Brody, who still twitched and shook in the aftermath of his orgasm.

“Jesus,” Brody whispered. “That was fuckin’ wild.”

“Yeah. It sure as hell was.” And so was I. Wild for Brody Martin. But what the hell could I do about it?