The End Zone (Atlanta Lightning 2)

“Thanks, Momma.” As he gave her a hug, he looked at me over her shoulder with so much intensity, it was like a caress.

Deon hugged him next. “Sorry, son.”

“I know, Dad. Thanks.”

Mia and Lee gave him their condolences as well, and then he got to me. I wasn’t sure how he would react. We were in public, though thankfully near a side entrance where there wasn’t a congregation of hotel guests surrounding us. Still, his team and their families were around, but that didn’t stop Darren. He squeezed me so tight, I thought maybe he was trying to melt into me.

“I missed you, Angel,” he said close to my ear, surprising me. It hadn’t been long since we’d seen each other, obviously, but clearly he had a lot on his mind.

“I missed you too. I’m sorry about the game.”

“Yeah, I am too.”

“Do you all want to come to our suite?” Jada asked. “We can order some food.”

Darren turned to look at her but didn’t let me go. “No, I just…need some space.”

She nodded, just as I heard, “Look! There they are!” and a group of people came around the building, holding their phones and trying to take photos and videos.

“There’s Darren Edwards!”

Fuck. This would definitely take some getting used to.

“Come on. Let’s go.” Darren took my hand and tugged me toward the building.

We were quiet as we went inside, as we took the elevator up, as we got out on our floor and went into our room.

The second the door closed behind us, he said, “I need you.”

The emotion in his voice burrowed into my chest. I still couldn’t believe this man was mine. I just knew I was so damn glad he was. “You have me.”

He didn’t kiss me right away, instead kneeling and beginning to untie one of my shoes. “What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He looked up at me with a cocked brow.

“Funny man, are you?”

“I’m always a funny man. Now shut up while I get you naked.”

Darren took one shoe off, then the other, went back for the first sock, then the second. He stayed on his knees while he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. He pulled them down, my underwear going with them. I wasn’t hard yet, but blood had begun to flood my groin, giving me half a stiffy.

“I love seeing you like this.” He kissed my right hip bone. “I love watching you get hard and knowing I’m the reason.” He wrapped a hand around me and stroked. Sensation rippled through me, making me tremble. “I love sucking you and bringing you pleasure. Holding you and talking to you and knowing you’re mine. Tell me. I want to hear you say it again.”

“Jesus,” I cursed, my knees weak. “I’m yours. I’ll always be yours, as long as you’ll have me.”

He gave a quiet, fake-evil laugh. “Now I have you right where I want you. There are no takebacks.”

I chuckled. “You’re such a dork. I don’t want a takeback. Ever.”

Darren didn’t reply. Instead, he licked me from balls to tip before taking my growing cock into his mouth.

I palmed his head, feeling his short, buzzed hair against my hand as Darren sucked me and I guided him. “Fuck yes. So good, baby. I love having your mouth on me.”

There was a kind of power, of pride, in knowing he’d never done this with anyone but me. That he’d never been on his knees for another man and never had another cock in his mouth.

Darren pulled off, nuzzling my sac, licking it, inhaling deep breaths to take in my scent. The thought made my head spin, and the pride I’d just been thinking about doubled. He got satisfaction in my body, and that made me soar.

“You gonna give me your ass tonight?” He wrapped an arm around me, squeezed my cheek, teased my crease.

“I always want your dick inside me.”

“That can be arranged.” He began to blow me again, opening his pants as he did.

Darren took his time with me, savored me, like I was to be treasured. Like I was maybe the most important thing in his world, and I tried to remember ever having experienced that, someone who treated me like I was their everything. I didn’t know if it made me a selfish person to enjoy that or not, but it hit differently, knowing someone cared about you so completely. Not because I would ever want Darren to make sacrifices for me, but because something in his touch, in the way he looked at me, told me we were in this together, no matter what.

I was hard as steel now, my balls full, my hips gently pumping toward his face. I was already at risk of emptying down his throat, so I pulled back. “Fuck me. I need you inside me.”

I stepped out of my jeans as Darren pushed to his feet. He quickly worked himself out of his clothes while I did the same, and then we stood naked, only a few inches separating us, both of us hard. When he leaned in, his dick brushed against mine, and I hissed.