End Zone Heat Page 10

  He held up his hands in a calming gesture. “I understand. I just want a chance to speak.”

  The fury in Adam’s eyes didn’t fade. “You’ve said enough.”

  “No. I haven’t. Because I came back to tell you that I made a mistake. I was wrong.”

  “No, you son of a bitch. You were right. That’s what’s so fucking wrong.”

  That caught Dyson off guard. It made him fumble his words when he expected to be apologizing. “What do you mean?”

  Adam slammed back the shot of bourbon before answering. “Don’t make me say it again.”

  They stood there in the sudden silence, staring at each other. He could see the pain in Adam’s eyes. It was unmistakable, raw, and deep. He realized he had done that. He’d allowed his anger to feed on itself, and he had hurt this man with his righteous indignation.

  But he hadn’t expected Adam to say he was right.

  His plan of action had been thrown out of sync. He needed to get back on track. He needed to do something to make this right. Thinking his way out of this mess wasn’t working. Words had never been his strong point.

  No. He needed to do something else. Go with his intuition. It had served him well in the past. Now he needed it more than ever.

  He crossed the kitchen, closing in on Adam.

  Adam’s eyes widened in alarm. His fists bunched.

  Dyson never took his eyes off Adam’s, never dropped his gaze as he rounded the big kitchen island. Adam stepped backward, uncertain. Dyson closed in.

  He didn’t see the punch coming.

  Adam was as strong as he looked. The blow hammered Dyson on the right side of his face. He grunted in surprise and pain. He was a big man and heavy, but the punch still staggered him back into the kitchen island. If not for the island, he might’ve been knocked on his ass. Pain throbbed in his face, a deep, throbbing ache.

  He pushed himself away from the island and stepped toward Adam again.

  Adam’s fist came flying at his face again. This time at his nose. Dyson ducked aside and stepped in close to Adam, dodging the punch.

  He grabbed Adam around the back of the neck…and dragged him into a kiss.

  It wasn’t pretty. It was a fierce, rough kiss that was half pain, half pleasure. But he poured everything into the kiss. All his regret for what he’d said. All his pent-up desire for the quarterback. All his sudden need to thank this man for the trust he’d shown in coming out to him tonight.

  At first, Adam’s hands grabbed him, clenched, and he felt the other man begin to shove him away. But Dyson didn’t relent, didn’t stop kissing him.

  Adam had taken a huge risk, revealing his secret. Now Dyson was willing to take his own risk. He was willing to risk Adam’s anger, his rejection, and make his own gamble that this show of passion and need would do what his clumsy words couldn’t.

  As he deepened the kiss, he felt Adam responding. He no longer fought back against Dyson, pushing him away. Instead, Adam’s grip tightened as he pulled Dyson’s body closer.

  Dyson felt his cock growing hard, pressing against Adam’s body. The other man felt it too because he growled low in his throat and began to slowly grind his own erection, still trapped behind too much fabric, against Dyson’s groin.

  Their kisses were almost a battle. Rough. Deep. Forceful. The passion, the need in them, couldn’t be denied. Dyson knew he had started this battle. But he intended for there to be two winners. Adam had taken a risk. He’d shown his soft underbelly. Now Dyson would honor that trust by guiding the man into a whole new world. It was a world that Adam desired but had been locked out of by his own choices.

  That was going to change.

  Dyson made a low, primal sound deep in his throat as he ravaged Adam’s mouth, grinding his cock against Adam’s hardness, both of them separated by the fabric of their clothes. The restriction only heightened his desire for the other man.

  He dragged Adam toward the hallway. Adam went willingly, although their movement was mostly a back and forth of kisses and caresses. Once, Adam pinned him against the wall to kiss his way down Dyson’s neck. Then Dyson returned the favor, pushing Adam up against the wall, pressing his body against him from behind so Adam could feel how damn hard Dyson was for him. His thick, aching cock pressed against Adam’s tight ass. Again, the need for hot, skin-on-skin contact was an aching need, but he was savoring this denial, this build-up, far too much.

  He wanted Adam to be desperate for him when he was finally taken.

  Finally, they were in the master bedroom suite. They left the lights off, but Adam opened the blinds on the windows, letting the ambient light from the city pour inside.

  Then Adam moved beside the bed, stripped off his shirt, and tossed it aside. He never took his hot gaze off Dyson. Challenge was in his every movement.

  Dyson grinned. He loved it. There was nothing like having a strong lover who could take all you could give and wanted more. Because Dyson had a lot to give.

  For a second, Dyson only stood there, staring at the other man standing shirtless before him, his hard cock straining against the front of his pants.

  He was a glorious sight. Dyson couldn’t deny that. Handsome. Those beautiful, intense competitor’s eyes glinted in the stray light. His torso was exquisitely muscled. All that bare, perfect flesh. Dyson felt himself growing even harder, the ache inside him deepening.

  He wanted this man. The need, the raw desire was simple and undeniably powerful.

  This was going to be something neither of them would ever forget.

  ADAM

  When Dyson watched him like that, his fierce gaze hot and intense, Adam had to bite back a groan of pure need.

  His heart was pounding. His lips tingled from the kisses they’d shared. His cock throbbed, desperate to be let out. His yearning to be touched was like a fever in him.

  Dyson slowly crossed the room toward him, never taking those dark eyes off him. His expression was as fierce as a predator, but Adam felt no fear.

  The man had come back to apologize, to make this right. Even after Adam had punched him in the face.

  What words were necessary after that?

  Didn’t that say it all?

  As he approached, Dyson slowly undressed. He pulled off his tie and tossed it away. He shrugged out of the suit jacket, then the dress shirt, both of them discarded as if they were holding him back. He slipped out of his shoes, kicking them aside.

  Then he pounced.

  The kiss was as exciting as all the others but heightened by the sensation of bare skin against skin like warm satin. He let his hands roam over Dyson’s powerful body marked with so many wild tattoos. The muscular form that he’d so far only admired from afar was now his to touch as much as he wanted.

  Dyson slid his hand down Adam’s abs, undoing his belt without ever breaking the kiss. Adam’s pants dropped. His boxer briefs came next. Dyson’s hand slipped around his cock, thumb and forefinger tightening around his girth as the man began to stroke him.

  It felt incredible. The sensations, the kisses, all left him dazed with lust, his cock throbbing and his body filled with a raw, primal need. He desperately wanted Dyson to take him. To own him. To help him finally find what he’d been yearning for all this time.

  Dyson ended the kisses, moved back, and began to strip off his remaining clothes. His body was as incredible as Adam remembered. All the ink on his skin made him look like a moving work of art. When he stripped off his pants and boxers, Adam was delighted to see Dyson’s thick cock was long and hard.

  Adam made a needy little groan deep in his throat. He was desperate for that cock. He was so turned on that his hands were shaking. He felt like he wouldn’t last ten seconds once the lovemaking began.

  Now with both of them naked, Dyson pulled him into another deep kiss. Their bodies pressed against each other. Dyson’s cock rubbed against Adam’s skin, feeling shockingly hot.

  The kisses went back and forth, with both of them caressing each other, slowly grinding a
gainst one another. Losing themselves in each other.

  At Dyson’s gentle urging, Adam turned around. Dyson ran his hands along Adams bare back, tracing over his spine and then up his muscles, massaging him. The sensation was incredible, both soothing and arousing at the same time. Especially when Dyson dropped his hands to Adam’s ass cheeks and began to grip and squeeze them while trailing kisses along his spine.

  Dyson spread his cheeks, using his fingers to tease Adam’s hole. Adam fought against the waves of pleasure that threatened to drown his ability to think. Breathing faster, he fumbled beside him at the nightstand. He opened the drawer and pulled out condoms and lube while Dyson kept his blood hot with merciless kisses and caresses.

  When Dyson gently pushed against him, Adam leaned over presenting his ass to the other man. Dyson nudged his legs apart. A thrill shot through Adam’s body. His hard cock throbbed, aching to be touched, but he held off, wanting to draw this out. He didn’t want to come too fast.

  His breath shuddered as the other man slowly, carefully worked the lubricant into him. Dyson’s fingers were inside him, working his muscle open with patient strokes, pushing deeper into him.

  It was a strange sensation, one that he had nearly forgotten from those long-ago years in college with the man he’d loved way back then. He had gone so long without this. He wanted this more than ever, and having Dyson here only heated his blood even more. His body felt like it might shake itself apart if this went on too long. But at the same time, he wanted it to go on forever.

  After he was done preparing him, Dyson positioned Adam so that he was on his back, lying at the edge of the bed. They traded more scorching-hot kisses. Adam’s hand found Dyson’s thick cock and began to stroke. He loved the feel of the warm, silken skin under his fingers.

  Dyson growled with pleasure against his lips, their tongues tangling as they deepened the kiss.

  Then Dyson broke away from the kiss again and stepped back. Adam watched with wide eyes, not wanting to miss an instant as Dyson ripped open a condom and slowly rolled it down his engorged cock.

  Adam let the other man take the lead. It was clear Dyson knew what he was doing. Adam simply wanted to let someone else take the reins. He wanted to give himself over to the pleasure, give himself to what he’d denied for so long.

  Dyson’s hands settled on Adam’s chest. They locked gazes. Nothing needed to be said. Dyson had pushed Adam back so that he was lying back on the bed, his legs over the side, his cock jutting upward.

  Dyson leaned over him, claiming his mouth again with a deep kiss. Then he kissed his way down Adam’s naked body. Slowly. Reveling in each touch of lips against skin. Adam could only groan as those lips, those kisses, traced down his neck, then moved lower across his chest. Dyson stopped to tease his nipples erect with his tongue, setting off all kinds of sparking bursts of pleasure through Adam’s body.

  Those kisses traveled lower, across his abs. He clenched them, keeping his muscles tight to stop himself from trembling. Part of him didn’t want to submit to this other man completely, showing how deep his need went. The rest of him was more than eager to let Dyson have his absolute way and indulge any and every desire.

  The second part won out.

  Dyson trailed his tongue along the length of Adam’s hard cock, down to tease his balls. The light sensations made Adam’s fingers clutch helplessly on the bedcovers.

  His breath caught as Dyson suddenly slid his hands along Adam’s thighs to his knees. He lifted Adam’s legs up, tilting his hips and spreading his legs wide. Adam was on his back, bared completely to the other man, his cock pushing against his stomach, the precum from his slit wetting his skin a little.

  Dyson held Adam’s legs high as he moved into position. His hot gaze locked on Adam. He reached one hand down and grabbed his cock, lining up himself with Adam’s rear hole. He teased the tip of his sheathed cock over Adam’s taint, and then pushed gently as he lined up with the tight muscle of Adam’s entrance.

  He slowly eased forward.

  A moan escaped Adam’s lips. His body stretched, pressure and heat filling him as Dyson eased forward. His movement was careful and surprisingly gentle. Adam felt so filled.

  He let his gaze roam over Dyson’s powerful, muscular body and all its tattoos as the man began to thrust into him. His thrusts were slow but deep, rocking Adam’s body on the bed. Fierce eyes stared back at him, but tempered with desire, with a passion so hot it nearly took Adam’s breath away.

  The heat of skin on skin—the heat inside him—was mind-blowing. His own cock was throbbing as his inner muscles clenched as Dyson fucked him. Dyson moved his free hand up Adam’s hip to grip Adam’s cock. He began to stroke Adam in time with his thrusts. The dual pleasures of being taken and having his cock jerked-off with skilled fingers was almost too much to take.

  He lost himself in the sensations surging through him. His orgasm was building fast. He was clutching the bed, gripping it tightly as Dyson increased the power and speed of his thrusts. Adam was being rocked backward, taken, dominated, fucked, but he loved every second of it.

  Dyson groaned, his own peak approaching. His eyes were closed, his head tipped back in passion. Adam watched him through half-lidded eyes, feeling his climax bearing down on him. He was trying to hold back, trying to make it last, but what Dyson was doing to him felt too good.

  His entire body went rigid as he came hard. The orgasm ravaged him. His hips lifted off the bed, his cock spurting his hot cum onto his stomach as he climaxed. The pleasure was too much—it drove every thought out of his mind.

  Adam sank back down as the waves of pleasure faded enough for him to think again. But Dyson was fucking him harder than ever now, pounding into him, and rocking the bed with each powerful thrust.

  Dyson groaned Adam’s name as his climax took him. He continued to thrust deep into Adam as he rode out his obvious waves of pleasure. But he finally slowed and stilled. Both of them were breathing hard. Neither of them said a word.

  Finally, the desire inside Adam seemed sated. He watched as Dyson gripped the base of his cock, holding the condom, and slowly pulled out. He removed the condom and tossed it in the trash.

  Dyson still didn’t say anything. They both climbed onto the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. Adam didn’t feel the need to speak. He felt sleepy and completely satisfied, the scent of their sex still in the air. He would clean himself tomorrow, but now, he was feeling too good, too whole to dare climbing out of this bed.

  Right now, he didn’t want to leave this man’s arms. And right now, he believed the feeling was mutual.

  Everything had changed. He had taken a terrible risk, kissing Dyson, and it had nearly cost him dearly. But Dyson had come back. That was the only thing that mattered.

  Dyson had come back.

  CHAPTER TEN

  ADAM

  He woke earlier than Dyson. Before the sun came up.

  Dyson was snoring lightly next to him. Even though the bed was king-size, both of them were big guys. There wasn’t much room to slip out from under Dyson without waking him.

  But Dyson seemed to be a heavy sleeper. As Adam slipped out from his warm embrace, Dyson mumbled to himself and rolled over. His broad back with all those dark ink patterns over the muscles held Adam’s attention for a moment. The wide, muscular V of Dyson’s back was a work of art.

  He gave a soft smile, remembering how the man’s skin had felt under his fingertips, under his lips. His gaze roamed to Dyson’s left arm and the white bandages there. The sight of those burns was a very real reminder of what they’d both been through together.

  They hadn’t spoken after Dyson had kissed him. Not a word. It was strange, but it didn’t feel wrong. They’d spoken with their bodies because their words were getting in the way.

  He turned away, taking a pair of flannel lounge pants from a dresser and slipping them on over his hips. He walked into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. He pulled on a Razorbacks hoodie and padded barefoot into the kitche
n. He used the pod coffee maker to get himself a nice, steaming hot cup of coffee and headed to the big glass windows.

  The city and the skyscrapers looked beautiful as the sun rose and the warm light hit them. The view had come to be a symbol of his success in his mind. He hoped his mother would’ve been proud of what he’d made of himself.

  His thoughts turned to Dyson. The bodyguard said his parents had disowned him. Adam had lost his mother, and she had never spoken much about his father. In a way, the two of them were similar, making their paths without much in the way of family left.

  Damn it. He didn’t know why he was feeling so introspective these days. Ever since he’d met Dyson, it felt like his thoughts were always spinning around in his head. It was annoying beyond words. He needed to focus on being ready for the next all-important game. Now he had heaped complications on his life, right when he needed to be as focused and clear-headed as possible.

  He always held himself to the highest standards. He had to. So many people were counting on him, from his teammates to Razorbacks fans to some faceless kid somewhere who dreamed of becoming a quarterback someday and looked up to him…

  But despite all of that—despite his drive to be the best and despite all the pressure—he was happy right now. He felt…good. He felt good, the same way he felt after a big win. He felt satisfied.

  It wasn’t something he expected. Yet, it was something he liked.

  He opened the balcony doors and stepped outside. It was cold, especially on his bare feet.

  He turned on the heaters and stood there, shifting from foot to foot, wishing he hadn’t been dumb enough to come out here in the cold with nothing on his feet. What kind of idiot did that? But he was strangely reluctant to step back inside for shoes, as if his good mood was fragile and the moment would end.

  The city was already awake, the roads filling with traffic, but up here, it was so peaceful and quiet.

  It didn’t take long for the heaters to take away the chill. He sat in a chair near one, feeling the push of hot air on his skin, drinking his coffee, and watching the sky change colors.