We rid ourselves of the rest of our clothes, and I pushed him onto the bed. Everything about him fit me. How could people say that being with a man was wrong when it all felt so damn right?
He took the lead, riding me slowly, twisting me into knots. My hips bucked hard, and I held him by the waist, thrusting into him.
His hair was plastered to his brow in wet ringlets, and those blue eyes blazed fire. “Harder,” he gasped. “Come on.” His hand flashed over his dick, and I was mesmerized watching him as he came, spilling through his fingers.
My heart thundering, I dug my heels into the bed and slammed up into him. I couldn’t catch my breath as fire consumed me and I shattered, my cock throbbing and swelling.I slung an arm around him, holding our sweat-slicked bodies close.
“Stay with me a while,” I managed to mumble.
He sighed and slid off me. “I can’t walk yet, so yeah.”
We lay side by side, and I kissed his cheek. “You never answered me. What should I do?”
“You should make the decision that’s best for you.”
“Being with you is what’s best for me.”
He smiled and snuggled in close, his face against my chest. I closed my eyes.
**
I awoke with a start, sitting upright. An empty bed greeted me, and I reached across the sheets, finding them cold. Why had he left? We’d fallen asleep before, and he’d never left me alone.
“Shit.” I adjusted my mask, flopped onto the pillow, and stared at the ceiling. How long had I been out? A quick check of my watch showed the time to be almost two hours past when I’d arrived at the mansion. “Dammit.”
My clothes were scattered, and I picked them up, dressing in haste, shaky fingers fumbling with the buttons. I glanced in the mirror and winced at the beard burn and messy hair. I took a moment to do a rapid repair, then hightailed it out of the room, my gaze searching as I descended the stairs, but I didn’t see my lover.
Throat dry, I headed to the bar, where I gulped two large glasses of water.
“Rough night?” With a leer, an older man with slicked-back hair and a large diamond pinky ring stepped into my personal space. “Wanna go upstairs and play some more?”
“No.” I pushed past him and decided I’d had enough for the evening. I called for a car and returned to the university. I had them drop me off outside the gates, where I ditched the mask in a garbage pail, took out my contacts, and returned them to their case.
Head down, hands stuffed in my jacket pockets, I trudged through the quad thinking about what we’d said to each other earlier. I’d have to keep this entire part of my life a secret to follow my dream. I wasn’t a scholar by any means—I’d always struggled a little in school—but I excelled at a college football career that, barring injuries, would set me up for life.
None of which could be accomplished if I kept on fucking guys. My eyes burned with shocked tears. Did he even care about me? If so, why would he leave without saying good-bye? It seemed as though the choice had been made for me.
“Trick. Hey, Trick.” One of the cheerleaders who was always flirting with me blocked my way. What the hell was her name? Lily? Lexie? “What’re you doing all alone out here on a Saturday night?” She licked her lips. “Are you going to the Omegas’ party?”
“Nah. Not in the mood.”
She flipped her hair and slipped her arm around my waist. I played the game, drawing her closer, allowing her full breasts to nestle against me.
“Oh, too bad,” she pouted, and slanted a look up at me through thick lashes. “We can go to my room if you’d like. My roommate is out. We can have our own private party.”
She snuggled into my chest, and I sighed, thinking of my mystery lover. “Sure. Lead the way.”
**
Three days later, I entered Intensity but didn’t see him, though I made sure to walk through each room, scanning every face. I returned the next night and the next, but my mystery lover never showed. After a month, I gave up, coming to terms with the fact that he was gone and I’d never see him again. My lover had made it clear we had no future. I’d been naïve or plain stupid to think we could meet on the sly while I still played pro ball. Life sucked.
With everything good happening for me, I shouldn’t be dwelling on a man I barely knew but found impossible to forget. The following month, I was chosen by the San Diego Sharks as their starting quarterback. My mother cried, and my father hugged me.
“We’re so proud of you. We’re the luckiest parents to have a son like you,” Dad said. “Go out there and make your dreams come true.”
It had all been for nothing—those months spent with my mystery man were never anything more than a dream of love I’d been foolish enough to believe possible. Time to focus on making other dreams come true.
Chapter One
