Brody kissed my neck. “Dev. You were injured. It happens. You didn’t let anyone down.”
Brody meant well, but his words didn’t register. “In the first quarter? I sure as hell did. I screwed up. It never should’ve happened. I keep going over the play in my head, and I saw Marlon wide open. I was setting up to throw, and then the next thing I knew, I was lying on a stretcher in an ambulance.”
The diagnosis was a concussion and a strained shoulder. Thank God no ligament damage or torn muscle occurred, but I was taken out of the game. My state of mind was another thing as I’d watched the Kings lose the Super Bowl, 35-17.
“I know. And it sucks. But we’re ready for training camp next month. The doctors cleared you, right?”
I gulped the rest of the tequila. “Yeah. My email is blowing up with requests for interviews about my ‘readiness.’” Did I sound bitter? Maybe because I was. “One major injury in all the years I’ve been playing, and they’re on me like a pack of wolves. Bastards.”
“Let Fallon or Ezra handle it.” Brody took my hand. “Come sit with me.”
I allowed him to walk me to the couch, and I lay with my head in his lap. We’d spent the entire winter and spring up here, hidden away from everyone while I did PT and saw a shrink.
“I’m really okay, baby. I’m anxious to get to camp and show all these assholes how ready I am. My arm is good, the MRI on my head is totally normal, and I just want to get on the field and stop all the rumors.”
“What rumors?” Brody’s hesitancy had me sitting up.
“Come on. Don’t lie to me. You never have before. I’ve seen the articles.Is this the Devil’s last year as a King? Are the Kings going to trade the Devil and use the rookie?”
“Since when do you pay attention to sports gossip?”
“Since it’s negative about me.” I laughed without humor.
“Well, I’m positive you’re the sexiest man alive, and I love you.” Brody’s lips hit mine.
I closed my eyes and let Brody’s mouth work its magic. He licked my neck, bit my ear, and nibbled at my collarbone. With a tug to my shirt, I pulled it over my head and wriggled out of my shorts, my cock already hard and throbbing.
“I’m sorry I’ve been such a pain in the ass.” I played with his hair, winding it around my fingers as he sucked and licked my dick. His reddish-brown head bobbed, his tongue licking my shaft. My hips rolled, and Brody hummed as he took me to the back of his throat, the vibration sparking bursts of fire through me.
“Brody, God,” I moaned, the tension rising, my orgasm beginning to break through, my body twitching and shivering.
The bastard released me and sat up. His reddened lips smiled, and his flushed face brightened. “I need you in me.”
It took me a moment to catch my breath and get my brain cells working. “Get naked,” I ordered, pointing at his shorts. I licked my lips as his thick cock was revealed, and couldn’t resist running my hand along the hefty length. “So gorgeous. So mine.”
I grabbed for the lube on the coffee table and spread some on my fingers, then pushed them into his ass. Brody’s groan split the air, but I couldn’t play with him for more than a minute—I was bursting with need and had to have him. Now.
Brody climbed on top of me, lined himself up, and sank so slowly, pleasure mixed with the pain of holding myself off from thrusting hard. I clutched his hips, watching the play of emotions across Brody’s face, his mouth panting and gasping, his Adam’s apple moving as he gulped air. Despite the air conditioning, sweat rolled down his face, the thick strands of all that glorious hair sticking to his face.
He was the sexiest, most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“Dev.” He sighed when I dug my heels in and drove in deep. He grabbed his swollen cock, and the sight of that fat head moving through Brody’s big fist, coupled with the slick sounds of his precome, sent me tumbling over the edge. My nails dug into his hairy thighs as I came, his muscles gripping me tight.
“Brody, oh God.” My gaze was fixated on his heavy dick pumping out streams of come, dripping through his grasp, hitting my chest. His lashes fluttered, and with a lust-drunk smile, he leaned in close and kissed me.
“I love you. I always will.”
I wrapped my arms around Brody and held him close, our hearts banging in rhythm.
“I love you too. Always and forever.”
**
Final regular season game
“Blue 84, Blue 84. Ready. Set.”
I scrambled to my left and handed off the ball, watching our leading rusher gain one yard. At this point, so late in the game, we were merely running out the clock. We had the game in the W column.
