Night rolled in, and the sky darkened from lavender to midnight blue. A thousand stars sprinkled above me, and in the forest behind us, an owl hooted. Footsteps sounded, and I looked up. Dev stood in front of me.
“Mind if I join you?”
Chapter Two
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.”
