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.
