March 2003
Jace gripped the side of the locker, his knuckles turning white as he dropped his head inside the open metal frame. The Texas Longhorn University men’s locker room was empty, all except for him and Colton Michaels, who at the moment had his cock buried deep inside Jace’s ass.
“Fuck… yes!” A loud moan escaped Jace’s parted lips. Colt slipped his warm palm over Jace’s mouth in an attempt to quiet him. The hard pounding from behind never stopped.
“Shhh… Jace, baby, someone might hear us,” Colt whispered. “I’ve waited too long for this.”
“I never knew,” Jace panted.
“Shhh… I want this to last.”
“I can’t… it… dear fucking God, you feel so good.” Jace ground the words out, biting his knuckle as Colt’s hand slid down to grip Jace’s rock hard length, stroking hard and fast in the same urgent rhythm he created from behind.
“Come for me, baby… I’m not stopping until I’ve had my fill. I’ve had too many fantasies about this moment.” Colt’s breath warmed his ear, making his balls ache with every word he spoke.
Jace grabbed for the damp towel he’d just used in the shower, but not for his leaking cock. No, he needed it for other things. Jace crammed the big wad of white terrycloth in his mouth, stifling a long muffled groan as his climax racked through his body. Damn! Somewhere in the back of his mind, he swore he could hear Colt’s soft chuckle at his over the top response.
Colt held Jace tight, not letting him collapse forward into the top locker when the orgasm caused his knees to buckle. Instead, Colt wrapped his big strong quarterback arms around Jace’s chest and pulled him back against his athletic body, keeping him upright. All he could do was drop his head back on Colt’s broad shoulder and pant. He wasn’t complaining. He’d dreamed about the hot football player for as long as he could remember.
It didn’t take too much longer. Colt’s grip tightened, and Jace just about went to his knees at the intensity of Colt’s release. Completely blissed out of his mind, he smiled to himself as Colt’s weight settled on him and his breathing slowly returned to normal.
“I want to hear you cheer my name now, cheer boy,” Colt growled in his ear, before turning Jace’s head to the side, capturing his lips in a heated kiss.
Chapter 1
The warm spray of the men’s locker room shower soaked Jace Montgomery for the second time in less than an hour. Just like the first time, he was completely alone, and the best he could tell, no one witnessed his complete lack of morals and discretion. But, my god, if they had, who could blame him? That was Colton freaking Michaels who just fucked him senseless at his locker.
Okay, wait, the sentence made no sense. Jace reached down and pinched himself on the arm.
“Fuck! Like your ass doesn’t hurt bad enough.” Jace halfheartedly scolded himself at how hard he actually pinched himself. It would definitely leave a mark, but instead of thinking about the bruise he just acquired, he chose to dwell on the delicious feel of his aching ass. Colt worked him over like no one ever had before him.
Where in the world did that come from? Colt Michaels… What?
Jace reached for the bodywash, soaping his hands. Only their lack of a condom had him in the shower right now. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared wash for the next week in hopes of keeping Colt’s scent on his body a little longer. And yes, he sounded like a girl. And no, he didn’t care at all.
Probably not the best move to go without a condom, but he couldn’t find it in him to care right now. He was solidly in that after-sex high and decided he’d worry about the lack of protection later. Right now, he just wanted to remember. When they finished, and yes, Jace came not once, but twice, Colt pushed him toward the shower after one hell of a mind-blowing kiss. The kind of lip-lock you read about in super-hot romance novels.
Hold your horses, hoss. The thought caused him to cringe, and his reasonable, sound mindset slowly crept back in. Damn, he hated that side of himself, always responsible, doing the right thing all the time. Technically, nothing about tonight classified as making a right decision, so Jace shoved reason aside. He wanted no part of sensible and gently reached back to wash his ass, wanting every thought to stay focused right there on that particular region of his body.
For now, he didn’t want to consider how random their little sexual quest turned out to be. Nor did he need to be told they would never do this again. But for the length of this shower, he wanted to bask in the fairytale high of the moment. The one where the handsome prince rode in on his great white horse and swept Jace off his feet, pounding him against his locker. His smile grew bigger.
One very important thing he learned tonight… Colt Michaels had indeed noticed him, just like he’d noticed Colt. As it turned out, they had watched each other for years, but neither had said a word. In what world was that even possible? Apparently in his world! Jace had been given his chance with the gorgeous star quarterback. Clearly, dreams did come true.
It was all down, set, hut, hut, and fuck Jace in the butt, butt! He groaned and then chuckled at the little cheer.
Jace looked down at his water-pruned fingers, still laughing at his rhyme, and decided he needed to celebrate the night. Everything in him wanted to call Haley and maybe Gregory to have a total girls’ night. He wanted to share this juicy bit of information so badly. He grabbed his towel and dried off while scolding himself again. This fell conspicuously under the strategic heading of never telling another living soul on the planet. Colt was a testosterone-filled jock with a beautiful girlfriend. He wasn’t slumber party gossip material, no matter how bad he wanted to tell someone he’d had hot locker room sex with Colt Michaels.