I kissed her cheek. “Thanks, Momma.”
Surprising me, Dev kissed her as well. “Thank you for including me in your family celebration.”
“Aw, honey. You’re Brody’s best friend. That makes you family.”
Theo held Momma close and led her away. Dev and I walked to his car—a sleek black Porsche. “No back seat to fool around in.” He laughed as he started the engine. “We’ll have to wait until after.”
“I’m sorry your parents aren’t here.”
His jaw tightened. “It doesn’t matter.” He took one hand off the wheel and slid it up my thigh. “You’re the only person I want to be with. It’s been torture with exams and everything. I missed you so damn much.”
“Missed you too.” Late-night stolen moments out of town weren’t enough for me either. “Not like we’re gonna be able to be alone tonight, hangin’ out at Woody’s. Everybody’s gonna be there.”
“True, but if you get a headache and I have to take you home early, I might wanna swing by the Hawk and visit our cabin again.” His green eyes glimmered. “Remember how good it was that first time?”
A throb of lust hit me hard, leaving me breathless with desire. “Yeah. That was an incredible night.”
“Let’s do it again.”
We spent our evening hanging out with our boys and finalizing plans for our trip to Cancun in two days. Lover bought a round of beers, and we raised our bottles. “To the beach.”
Vette finished his and wiped his mouth. “Me and Dante are gonna room together.”
“Cool. I think Brody and I will too.” Dev kicked my foot. “Better not snore, country boy.”
“Shut up,” I growled, grinning like a fool, thinking of the week we’d spend together. All night. Just the two of us.
“C’mon, my dudes. It’s our last time on campus together. Let’s find some ladies and party.” Dante had his arm around a pretty woman, and they took to the dance floor.
To everyone’s surprise, Lover had started dating the woman he’d met the night of our Orange Bowl win, and they slow-danced, kissing and staring into each other’s eyes. Vette approached a group of young women, and Dev and I followed him, exchanging glances, knowing the rules of the game.
Make it look real.
For two hours, we danced, bought the ladies drinks, took selfies, and signed whatever was thrust in our faces. After a bathroom break, Dev met me outside the door and caught my arm. He pulled me into the shadows.
“Ready to blow this joint?”
I touched the tip of my tongue to my lips. “I’m ready to blow you.”
“Fuck me,” Dev breathed. “Let’s go.”
I put on my most pathetic face and joined the guys at the bar. “I feel sick, guys. Gonna have to leave.” My fake groan earned me a glass of water.
“Since I drove us here, I’m gonna take him home, then probably go to my place after and crash,” Dev said.
“Aw, man. That sucks.” Dante waved his hand. “Better make sure you’re a hundred percent for the trip. ’Cause you know it’s gonna get wild.”
I forced a smile. “Oh, I know.”
Dev nudged my shoulder. “Ready? I don’t want you heaving in my car.”
Nodding, I trudged out of the bar. We walked to Dev’s car, and I slid into the passenger seat.
“You could’ve been a theater major with that performance.”
I grinned. “Come on, Dr. Devil. Time for you to give me my exam. I think I need oral and internal.”
Dev’s gaze grew heated. “You better stop, or else I may jump you in the car, and that would be fucking uncomfortable.”
