Chapter One
Brody
How it started…
The crowd was on its feet, their roars and cheers so loud, we couldn’t hear the play calls. Our quarterback, Devlin “Devil” Summers, had us hopped up in the huddle, yelling, hooting, and hollering about all the glory we’d get after we won the Orange Bowl.
“Let’s do this; let’s gooooooo,” he shouted, fist in the air. His helmet was on, so I couldn’t see his face, but I imagined those bright-green eyes snapping fire, that trademark wicked grin lifting his lips. Tats ran up and down his arms and, as I knew from years of seeing him naked in the shower, covered a good portion of his body as well.
His very ripped, muscled body.
Yeah. I looked. And wished I could touch.
I had a secret.
Me, Brody “Blink” Martin, fastest tight end the Blue Waves had ever seen, All-American, most receptions freshman year, and the NCAA’s holder of the record for most yards received three years in a row, liked guys.
At sixteen, I’d made the swim team as well as football. Maybe I’d chosen swimming because I liked to imagine what went on behind those bulges in my teammates’ Speedos.
I knew what happened in mine—the time Griffin Waters, superstar senior with a body like carved marble, had walked in on me in the shower when I was rubbing one out.
“You thinking of me, Blink?” His eyes were riveted on my engorged dick. “I saw you checking out my ass.”
Shit, fuck.Had I moaned his name out loud? I had been thinking of him. He played the leading man in every one of my dirty nighttime fantasies. I thought I was so damn discreet. Griffin was gorgeous—broad shoulders, a round, firm butt, and his junk, even soft, was huge. I could only imagine how it would feel stuffed up my ass. Or in my mouth.
I freaked and started babbling. “What? No, of course not. I-I—”
The words died on my lips as he shed his towel, pulled the curtain closed, and got on his knees to finish me off. Then, with water streaming down his face and lips still swollen from my cock, he got to his feet, took my hand, wrapped it around his huge shaft, and taught me how to jack him off. He came, splattering hot and heavy over my abs before it all washed away, his teeth scoring my shoulder as he bit me, and I never wanted to let him go.
After that, we’d met every weekend we could at his parents’ cabin by the lake, where he’d drive me wild with his tongue and all these toys he’d bring. Never his dick, though.
“Please, Griff. Do it. All of it. Everything. Wanna feel you in me.”
“Nuh-uh. I like to play with you and watch you fall apart.”
And no matter how hard I’d begged, he wouldn’t give me that ultimate pleasure. I guess that should’ve been a sign that something wasn’t right.
Still, I wasn’t able to stay away from him. It had been dangerous and exciting but ultimately sad, which I’d learned the hard way. He and his prom date, Ally Sue, had kissed and posed for pictures while, across the street from his house, I’d watched in the shadows. The next night we were together, and I’d asked him if they’d had sex.
“Yeah, but it didn’t mean anything. I had to show her that I was into her. It woulda looked suspicious otherwise.”
A month or so later, Griffin left for college. I’d known we were done. I saw him on social media, dating all these girls, and realized I’d been nothing but a dirty secret. After that, I lost my passion for swimming and concentrated solely on football.
At football camp, I couldn’t take my eyes off the thick thighs in skintight pants and went back to my shower-time rub-outs. My coaches told me I had a shot at a football scholarship if I kept up my stats and my grades, so I knew I had to put my sex drive aside and concentrate on the future. My dick could wait. I had plans, and nothing was gonna derail them.
I was gonna be a football star and take care of my momma.
Daddy died in a car crash when I was nine, and Momma remarried Theo McGrath some three years later. My momma had next to nothing—in his teens, Daddy had spent some time in prison for theft, bar fights, and breaking and entering. And despite trying to get his act together, it had been hard for him to get steady work. The only job he’d managed to keep was delivering food, and that was what killed him—one rainy night he took a curve too fast and went over the side and into the ravine. The car and him burned to a crisp.
Momma’d had her job working at Burger Benny’s, and for three years it had been her and me. Theo worked on a construction project next door to the burger joint, and they’d started dating. As a kid, I’d resented his attempts at trying to be nice to me and pushed him away, believing that to accept him would be disloyal to my daddy. Once I left for college I’d eased up, but I still never gave him the chance he wanted. It was a problem I needed to work on.
Every penny Momma received from Daddy’s insurance went toward my football camp. A full scholarship to college was a dream—one that I had the chance of making a reality. So that was what I focused on.
Now here I was, on the number-one ranked college football team in the country, on the verge of winning the game that would bring us the national championship and glory. NFL scouts were everywhere, and I’d signed with an agent who also represented Devlin and a number of other college players, along with NFL superstars and Hollywood movie stars.
Life was fucking good.
We took the line at 2nd and goal, and I hovered on my toes, electricity surging through every vein in my body. I was ready to put this baby in the W column. If we made this touchdown, we’d be champions. We knew it, and the stadium rocked and rolled on our fever.
