Page 42 of Changing the Play

He drops his hands, then looks around. “I just kissed you… in front of everyone… likeright aftersomeone was being a bigot. Not a good move.”

Parker’s eyes dart to me. Darcy was right. They’re a menace. “Okay. And? I’ve already told you, I don’t care what anyone thinks. I’m just sorry you had to hear all that. You deserve better.”

Darcy doesn’t get a chance to answer because Benson comes running up to us. “Sorry, man. I tried to let you have your little moment, but I couldn’t wait anymore.” He holds his hand out to Darcy, and irritation burns heavy in my stomach when Darcy shakes his hand. “I’m Ben. You must be the reason West here was looking at everyone’s asses in the locker room like he was trying to figure out complex math equations.”

Heat floods my cheeks and Darcy laughs before introducing himself.

Benson turns his attention to Parker. “I’m Ben.”

Parker holds their hand out, giving Ben’s a shake. “I know. I’m Parker.”

Their handshake goes on a little longer than is strictly necessary while they size each other up. Ben’s lips tilt up in a smirk. “So, Parker, do you wanna get out of here?”

Parker grins, flashing perfect white teeth. “Oh, yes. So much. Let’s go.”

I turn my attention to Darcy, absolutely fucking confused about what’s going on. He looks equally confused, so I guess that’s something. Parker lets go of Ben’s hand and pulls Darcy into a hug. I onlybarely catch the words, “Told you. Big, macho football players,” before they’re releasing Darcy and turning to Benson.

Neither of them even spare us a glance as they turn and leave together, walking closer than two people who have just met should be. I glance at Darcy as the two of them disappear from view. “What the fuck was that?”

Darcy snorts, eyes still glued on the last place he could see Parker and Ben. “That was Parker. I told you. Menace.” He turns to me, and the slightly hopeful look on his face has my breath catching in my throat. “So, dinner?”

He looks so gorgeous, and even though I want so badly to take him to dinner, I think I want something else more. “Not tonight.”

“Oh.” Darcy’s face falls. “I understand.”

I don’t think he understands at all. I step closer, brushing my body against his as I cup his face in my hands. Dipping my head, I seal our lips together, reveling in his surprised gasp.

If I thought the feelings that kissing him gave me were an anomaly, I was wrong. This is just as intense as before. Maybe more so, even.

His hands come up to grip my hips as our kiss burns out of control. The fire between us is unmistakable and not something I’ve ever felt before. I pull back, brushing my lips over his gently before nipping at his full lower lip and using my tongue to ease the sting when he hisses. “Dinner tomorrow. Home with me, now?”

Darcy nods quickly. “Yeah. Yes. That.”

Oh fuck yes. “Okay, let’s go.”

I take a reluctant step away, and his hands fall from me. I’m dying to touch him. To feel his body, to explore the planes of his muscles and see if he has freckles anywhere else. I twine our fingers together and lead him out of the building.

By the time we make it to my place, I’ve officially had it with not touching him. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this. I’m tired of waiting.

He must have the same idea because as soon as I close the door behind me, he’s on me, slipping his fingers into my hair and dragging me down to kiss him. The second our lips connect, that same burning heat from before ignites. We stumble our way to the couch—hands exploring, teeth clinking together, and our bodies pressed so close it makes it almost impossible to walk.

I fall onto the couch, and Darcy climbs into my lap, straddling my thighs. His cock brushes against mine, forcing a harsh moan from my lips. His hands find their way into my hair as he uses his grip to tilt my head the way he wants it.

I let him. Mostly because, fuck, this is so hot.

But only for a second. Then I’m tearing my mouth from his and dragging my lips over the soft skin of his jaw and down his throat. God, I’ve been dying to do this. I want to soak in every single bit of his body, every second of his delicious weight pressing me into the couch.

He whimpers, shuddering hard, when I graze my teeth over his fluttering pulse. The sound shoots right to my already aching cock. This is exhilarating. Almost too much. I never want to stop.

I bring our lips together, and suddenly, it’s like Darcy’severywhere.

His hands are in my hair, skimming over my throat, pressing into my shoulders, then tucked behind my back and pulling me closer.

Darcy rolls his hips. Slow. Deliberate. A sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt washes over me, my cock throbbing hard against his as I moan and shiver. Holy fuck. That’s… so fucking good. Really, truly. I should have kissed him the other day. I should have kissed him the first day I met him. Should have slid my fingers into his hair and made a home for myself in the lush taste of his mouth the second he told me his name. I was really fucking missing out. His tongue sweeps past my lips as our kisses turn deeper. More needy, more desperate. He shifts his hips, moving his cock over mine. A sound I’ve never made before in my life tears from my throat. So maybe I’m the only one feeling desperate.

His low moan follows mine as he grinds down against me again.

Maybe not just me, then. Oh.Oh fuck.

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