The End Zone (Atlanta Lightning 2)

“Ever?”

I nodded.

“But you like that.”

I shrugged. “Your comfort means more. Plus, not everyone even has anal. Some men in relationships don’t ever have it. There aren’t rules on how to do this—and how did we even get on this conversation? I want to find out how I’m a bad…boyfriend, for lack of a better term, apparently.” I sure as shit liked the thought of being his man.

“When you say it like that, I sound like a dick.”

“If the shoe fits…”

“I missed you,” he said, instead of teasing back. “It’s so weird how I miss you when we’re not together, which is a whole lotta missin’ since we’re almost always apart. You got me all twisted up.”

I smiled at him, my heart pounding. “You have me all twisted up too.”

“Good.” Darren leaned down and nudged my nose with his, lifted a hand and cupped my cheek, brushed his thumb against my skin. “I don’t have a lot of time.”

“Then I guess we better not waste it.” I still didn’t know how I was a bad boyfriend, but in that moment, I didn’t care. I pressed my lips to Darren’s, and he immediately stroked the seam of mine with his tongue. I was already familiar with him, swallowed down his moan as he walked me backward toward the bed.

When my legs bumped against it, he grabbed my ass, squeezed, then let his hands trail up until they caught the hem of my T-shirt. “Can I take this off?”

“Only if you plan on taking yours off too.”

“Obviously.” He winked. Darren removed mine and then his. I groaned at the sight of his body. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to it. “You like?” He waggled his brows. “We can do a photo a day when we’re not together. I’ll send you pics of my chest, my abs…you know, just to get you by until we see each other again.”

I had to bite back my laugh. God, he was so fucking good at making me happy. “I’m not even responding to that. We don’t have much time, remember?”

I kissed him again, and damned if it didn’t feel like Darren melted against me. As our tongues danced together, he eased me back onto the bed. We didn’t break contact as he followed me down, until I was lying with my head on the pillows. Darren settled on top of me, and I couldn’t help wishing we’d taken the time to remove our pants first.

“Even just kissing you feels different,” he said, with a soft wonder in his voice that landed in my chest. “I’ve never been much of a kisser before, but we could lie here and just do that and I’d be satisfied.”

Christ, this man. He was going to be the death of me. “We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want.”

He nipped at my throat. “I didn’t say that, Angel.”

But that was all we did for a while, our mouths moving together along with our bodies. Slowly, then faster, before easing into a lazy rhythm again. My cock throbbed with need, my hands making the journey up and down his back, landing on his ass.

When I began to turn, Darren didn’t stop me, until eventually he was on his back and I knelt over him. “I wanna try something.” I kissed his pec, the tattoo of a star there, lashed my tongue over his nipple.

He hissed. “What’s that?”

I moved to the other one, kissed and licked it too. “I want to blow you.”

“Fuck yes. God yes. Like I’m going to argue with that.”

My mouth took a tour down his torso next. I enjoyed the taste and scent of the landscape as I went, and when I got to his jeans, I unbuttoned and unzipped them. Darren lifted his hips so I could pull them off, then his underwear. His erection bobbed free, thick and long, with heavy, full balls, surrounded by tight black curls of hair.

“You don’t know how much I want this in my mouth.” I stroked him.

“You could always tell me.” Darren grinned, and I flicked his nipple.

“Stop trying to get compliments out of me.”

“Then tell me how awesome I am more often.”

I rolled my eyes playfully, but then my heart stopped when he said, “You are…so fucking incredible. I think about you all the time. Do you know how foreign that is to me?”

Oh God. I was so fucked. So totally and literally fucked because I was crazy about this man and there was a good chance he’d break my heart. I didn’t see how this could be long-term when it meant him publicly turning his world upside down, when he didn’t even consider himself gay or bi.

Instead of letting myself get too wrapped up in what-ifs, I said, “Are we going to talk, or do I get to suck your dick now?”