Page 77 of Changing the Play

I let my head fall back against the car seat as he works his hips on top of mine. His ass is moving over my aching cock and I can tell I’m leaking. Can tell I’ll come if he doesn’t stop.

“Ey! No fucking in the back seat.”

Darcy jumps, jerking away from me and scrambling back into his seat. He turns to me, his cheeks red, but he laughs. “Shit. When we get home, okay?” he asks, eyes heated with promise.

I nod, trying to figure out if the car is spinning or if my head is. Maybe I should just close my eyes for a second, so when we get home, I’m not still spinning. I lean into Darcy, resting my head against his shoulder, and close my eyes.

I’m hot. Too hot. Too covered.

I groan, trying to figure out what’s holding me down, pushing it away until I hear a muffled noise of displeasure.Darcy.

My head is pounding, a steady throbbing in my temples that gets worse when I inhale, which makes no fucking sense. What the fuck did I do? Last night rushes through my mind. Hanging out with the guys after the game, drinking, Darcy and Parker showing up, dancing, more drinking, andmoredrinking.

Fuck. I told the guys how much I like Darcy’s dick. Jesus, what was I thinking? Who let me drink that much? And then Darcy bringing me home with the promise that he would fuck me.Fuck.I told Darcy I love him. Like a bunch of times. Did I… did I cry about it? I’m never drinking again.

I groan again, and the weight crushing my chest disappears from my body. “If you’re going to puke, get up and do it far, far away from me,” Darcy says, panic in his voice.

“I’m not going to throw up, but God, be quiet, please? My head is pounding.”

The bed shifts, but I’m too afraid to open my eyes. I’m worried that if I do, I might actually throw up, even though I said I wasn’t going to. It’s not that my stomach is feeling bad, but I know the sunlight streaming through my windows is going to send even more pain through my already splitting head.

Darcy settles his head back on my chest. I smile to myself when he brings a hand up, letting his fingers rub over my collarbone and the side of my throat. I hum, my heart swelling. “You had an eventful night,” he says softly.

“I did indeed. Not sure that I’ll ever be able to look the guys in the eye ever again.”

He falls silent, his fingers pausing. “You remember that?”

My heart skips a beat. Did he assume I didn’t? “Yes. I remember everything.”

“Everything?” he asks, his voice choked off and slightly shaky.

“Mmm. I think the thing I remember most is how you didn’t tell me you loved me back. That’s okay, though. I know I got kind of whiny about it. I can wait. As long as…” I stop, trying to collect my thoughts before letting out a heavy sigh. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, baby. I just… I need to know that you feelsomething.”

Darcy’s weight leaves my chest and I peel my eyes open, squinting against the bright light. My headache seems to be easing the slightest bit, so that’s good at any rate. His gorgeous eyes come into focus, and I almost hold my breath waiting for his response. I’m not at all expecting what he says, though. “Did you mean it?”

I blink at him in confusion. Maybe this hangover is scrambling my brain. “Did I mean that I love you?” He nods, nibbling on his bottom lip, his eyebrows drawn together. “Of course I meant it. God, I’ve loved you for weeks. It feels like I’ve loved you from the second you told me my color-coded notes were speaking to the nerd in you.”

Darcy laughs, but sobers quickly, his eyes searching my face. “I thought maybe you were just drunk.”

I’m not sure my heart can handle that hestillhasn’t said it back. “I was drunk, Darcy. Not stupid.” I try to force a smile, but it feels more like a grimace. “Like I said, it’s okay if you don’t—”

“I love you too,” he blurts out, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink. “I didn’t say it because I wasn’t sure if you really meant it. I didn’t want you to regret anything when you woke up. I just—God, I love you too.”

Relief rushes through me as my stomach does a happy flutter. Thank fucking God. I want to kiss him so badly.Sofucking badly but… “My mouth tastes like something actually fucking died in there. I’m going to go brush my teeth, so I can kiss the living shit out of you.”

I climb out of bed, rushing off to brush my teeth, smiling at Darcy’s laughter. I’m halfway through brushing when Darcy steps into the bathroom and opens the medicine cabinet to grab his toothbrush. I smile at him in the mirror, foam clinging to the corners of my lips. He laughs, then brushes his own teeth.

It all feels very domestic—waking up with Darcy, brushing our teeth together. In a few years, we could be doing this same thing. Getting ready for work, coming home and grading papers together, cuddling at night and getting my mind blown with that finger thing he does.

I huff at the reminder of the shit I said last night, but it’s actually hilarious, and they truly shouldnotknock it until they try it. Maybe I’ll ask Ben if Parker does any freaky finger shit. Gotta leave Darcy out of that, though. I have a feeling he’d be scandalized.

“Do you want to take a quick shower? I think I smell like the bar,” Darcy says, pulling my attention to him.

I nod. I’m sure I smell like the bar too. “Yeah, for sure.”

When we’re out of the shower and dry, I lean over and scoop Darcy up, flinging him over my shoulder and carrying him back to my bed, where I toss him onto it. We’ll be here all day if I have anything to say about it. He looks up at me with wide eyes. “I can’t believe you just flung me around like that.”

I flex a little, grinning at him when he breaks out in laughter. I’m so fucking happy right now, and even him laughing at me isn’t going to take that away. “You’re in a great mood for a hungover man,” Darcy teases.

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