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My grip tightened on my margarita, and it was all I could do to hold off chugging the thing until he disappeared inside. I waited until he climbed the stairs, then drank as fast as the ice and the booze would let me. The first time I came up for air, Quinton was climbing the steps, soaking wet and covered in sand. When he caught me staring, he threw me a wink.
I had to admit that Quinton was attractive, but he didn’t hold a candle to another linebacker on our team.
One that was currently waiting for me in his bedroom.
Fifteen minutes and a strong buzz later, my drink was empty. A few teammates who hadn’t seen me yet greeted me as I moved inside, but I had a one-track mind. Almost of their own accord, my feet carried me through the house and up the two flights of steps to the third floor. My heart thundered, heavy to match every footfall.
Maverick’s bedroom door was cracked and like a beacon, it urged me closer. With my hand on the wood, I paused. This whole thing could be a setup. He clearly still held onto some resentment for what I’d done —and he was more than justified.
If he had planned some elaborate scheme to embarrass me as much as I had done to him…
I’d deserve it.
I pushed the door open and stepped into the dark bedroom, only illuminated by the light on Maverick’s phone. He laid in bed, wearing nothing but a tight pair of white boxer briefs that leftverylittle to the imagination. I swayed, lightheaded as blood surged to my crotch.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” he muttered, locking his screen and plunging the room into darkness—but I knew where he was.
A dark shape rose from the bed, and the shadow crept closer. With nowhere to go, he had me pinned against the door in no time, bracing himself on the wood with one hand as it snicked shut behind me. “Mav?—”
“Shh.”
Then his lips were on mine. I grunted into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound with a low groan of his own. His tongue speared through my lips, mixing the taste of tequila with Crown and damn, I think I discovered my new favorite combination. I’d never been a whiskey drinker but tasting it on Mav’s lips? I could get used to that.
Our tongues tangled, wrestling for dominance. Maverick gaveas good as he got and as I tried to lift my hands, he pinned them to my sides, making it clear who was in charge. He pushed harder and I tried to fight, only to ultimately give into him. I whimpered, tipping my head back in submission. Maverick sighed, his tongue delving into my mouth to map out every inch.
His hips pinned mine to the door, his hard cock grinding into mine, which grew rail-hard in zero-point-five seconds. I rocked into him, the sensation of our erections grinding together drawing a moan from deep in my chest. Goddamn, it had been way too long.
My lungs ached, begging me to come up for air but when Maverick did, I whined in protest. He laughed, warm breath washing over my tender lips. I panted, inhaling Maverick’s scent with each hard-earned breath. He still smelled the same. His natural musk swirled with warm amber and spice that drew memories from the deepest corners of my mind.
He smelled like a hidden bonfire deep in the woods. Like lazy kisses on a riverbed. Like sun-kissed touches while an old wooden dock warmed our backs after a day in the water.
He smelled like home.
My eyes burned at the crushing reminder of what I’d given up. As if Maverick could sense it, his warm palm cupped around my neck, his thumb stroking my cheek, and the next words out of his mouth threatened to unravel me before we could get started.
“Can you get on your knees for me?”
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MAVERICK
Reese dropped so fastthat his kneesthumpedagainst the carpet. He nuzzled into my groin and took a deep breath in, and I groaned, dropping my head against the door.
When I reluctantly agreed to this trip, I didn’t intend on evenspeakingto Reese much less commanding him to my bedroom and ordering him to his knees. But damn, did he look good there.
It was Quinton who convinced me to come, ensuring me that I’d have my own space as far away from Reese as I wanted.
Unfortunately, the second Reese entered the house, my traitorous heart was like a homing pigeon. After having a few drinks, my inhibitions were lowered, and I couldn’t help myself.
I wanted him. No matter how much I tried to remind myself of how…brokenhe made me feel. The only thing I could remember was how his lips felt on mine. The exact way the tequila would tastesomuch better off his lips, and how he knew the precise way to bring me to the edge of sanity before completely taking me apart.
Quinton picked up on the tension, whispering in my ear to remember our parameters before he gave us our space. We weren’texclusive—that much we’d decided on. We’d agreed that if I wanted to date, I was well within my rights to do so.
But did I want to do that with Reese?
Risking a glance down, I almost came on the spot from the sight alone. Moonlight crept through the breaks in the blinds, splaying over Reese’s pale skin and highlighting his bright blue eyes. I licked my lips, savoring the tequila-tinted taste of him.
Now that I was sobering up, however, self-doubt began to creep in. My fingers speared through his hair, massaging his scalp as I debated my next move. It would be nothing for me to order him to swallow my cock and judging by the throbbing from behind my boxer briefs, my dick approved of the idea.
