Page 53 of Changing the Play

I roll my eyes “I don’t. Not about his dick-sucking abilities. But I guess I need to talk to him. Come up with a plan. I can’t let Marcus get away with this shit.”

“No,” Parker says with a sigh. “It’s not like that. We’re not all… domestic, or whatever the hell you and Darcy are. But hey, don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

I’m not sure I could ever regret standing up for and defending Darcy. Not even a little. But Parker’s right in some ways. I have to be smart. I can’t just let Marcus derail my life and fuck everything up for me. “Yeah, I know. I won’t.”

“Hmm. That’s good. Well, I’ll let you go, yeah? Keep an eye on Darcy and let him know I’ll call tomorrow.”

My eyes fall to Darcy again. “I will. Thanks, Parker.”

“Night.”

They end the call, and I toss Darcy’s phone to the side before wrapping my arm around him again. It’s not until he wiggles in his sleep and nuzzles into my throat with a soft exhalation that I finally let the rage seep from my body. It’ll be there tomorrow, I’m sure. But for tonight, I’m just going to hold him and soak in his warmth.

I wake up to a soft touch on the side of my throat. I lean into it, a smile spreading across my lips. This is the first morning I’ve woken up to Darcy already awake and not the other way around.

I open my eyes to Darcy’s gorgeous face and my smile widens for all of two seconds. Just long enough for me to take stock of the bruising and for the memories of last night to hit me again.

The barely suppressed anger washes over me, and Darcy must see it on my face because he huffs a little laugh, his lips twitching. “I’m fine. Calm down.”

I’m not sure I know how to calm down, but I force a deep breath into my lungs anyway. “Alright. I’ll try.” He smiles. It’s a little smug and I know heknowsI’d do just about anything he asked of me. Ridiculous. “You better get back down here, though.”

He rolls his eyes playfully, but settles against me, resting his head on my chest. Deft fingers walk up my stomach and over my chest, stopping long enough to pinch my nipple. I jolt, thrown off a bit by the movement. “Ow. What did you do that for?”

Darcy laughs brightly, making me smile. “Safe to say nipple play is out.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Are you testing my reactions to sexual stimuli?”

“Possibly.”

“Hmm. So, Iamcurious about something.”

Darcy shifts a little. I feel like he’s hiding his face from me on purpose. For now, I’ll allow it. “Yes?”

“Blowjobs.”

There’s a deep breath and then a choking sound, followed by coughing. “Jesus, Darce. I didn’t mean to almost kill you.” He sits up, covering his mouth as he coughs and chokes. “It’s just… Parker said—”

“Parker said?” Darcy practically yells, cutting me off. “What do youmeanParker said?”

He turns beautiful hazel eyes on me, shock and disbelief written all over his expression. The look makes me chuckle. “Yeah. They called last night, talking about how good big, macho football players are at giving head, and it kind of—”

Darcy cuts me off again with a frustrated groan. “They are a hot mess.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better.” I pause, winking at him. “They seemed positively scandalized that I answered your phone and not you. But anyway, now I’m thinking about blowjobs.” Darcy’s jaw drops open, so I push on. “Which, okay. Maybe not inthatcontext because I donotneed to know that much information about Ben, but it’s got me curious.”

Darcy watches me for a second, then he moves his mouth a little, working his jaw back and forth, a contemplative look in his eyes. “I mean… my jaw kind of hurts, but maybe in a couple of days I can show you.”

Now it’smyturn to choke. “Jesus, Darcy. No. I meant I was curious about blowingyou.”

Darcy blinks at me, and I’m half-convinced his mind is doing a hard reset. “Oh.”

“Oh,” I echo, leaning in and cupping his jaw to give him a sweet kiss. When I pull back, I smirk. “Why is this so shocking to you?”

“I’m not sure, actually. You’ve surprised me at every turn, so I guess that’s going to be our normal operating settings at this point.”

He shifts, moving closer, and presses his lips back to mine. His fingers tangle in my hair and he groans as he pushes his tongue past my lips, deepening the kiss.

I’m pretty damn content to let him take what he wants, but when he winces, I pull back. “Sorry. Jaw hurts a little.”

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