What the fuck? What were you fucking thinking?

Jordan slammed into his hotel room, fighting the urge to put a fist through the nearest wall. Clearly there hadn’t been much thought involved when he’d all but mauled Eric in the elevator.

In the fucking elevator. Anyone could have seen you.

And who knows, they might have cameras in there.

Let the wrong person get their hands on that video and everything you’ve worked for, everything you’ve fought to give Mom and the kids is over. You will have thrown it all away for a hot kiss and a grope in a hotel elevator.

“Fuck me,” he muttered, running his hand over his face as he picked up the phone, determined to get some food in his stomach along with the alcohol before he did anything else stupid.

He ordered steak and fries from room service and then helped himself to a bottle of bourbon from the minibar, figuring it was okay to self-medicate as long as food was on the way.

His first mistake had been switching from beer to whiskey. His next mistake had been getting lost in his own head, obsessing over every glance Eric had shot his way. That man had awakened something in him that he hadn’t felt since he’d broken things off with Kyle, something hot and wild but more than physical, making him long for more than a one-night stand. He didn’t want to fuck Eric and walk away. He wanted to fuck him and stay to figure out all the things that drove him crazy, to learn how to make him come harder than anyone else ever had, and to prove to Eric that some things deserved to be taken seriously.

Taken seriously again and again, in every filthy, intense, mind-blowing way imaginable.

Eric made him want to date again, but that wasn’t where he was in his life. He couldn’t even think about having a real relationship. Something like that was doomed from the start.

It had been doomed with Kyle, and it would be ten times worse with Eric.

He took a long pull off his drink, reveling in the burn as it hit the back of his throat and slid down into his belly. Kyle had begged him to open up, to relax, and enjoy being a couple, but Jordan had never been able to forget about the risks. He was too focused on his game, his career, and all the people depending on him to even think about letting go and letting love in.

He had cared about Kyle, a lot, but he valued the game more. He needed the game more because he had responsibilities that he couldn’t walk away from. If he failed his family, there was no one else to step in and take up the slack.

That’s the only reason he had left the University of Florida as a junior and entered the draft. He’d needed the money for his mom’s medical bills—a lot of MS medications weren’t covered by insurance and some of her pills cost as much as a grand a pop—and soon, for his siblings’ college. Jordan was going to make damn sure that they all finished school, and then maybe, one day, he could go back and finish that degree in architecture.

He had plans, dreams, and long-term goals. He wasn’t looking for distractions, certainly not ones like Eric goddamned Higgins.

Why him? Why was he so fucking tempting? And why now?

Jordan’s responsibilities hadn’t changed, and now he had a shoulder to nurse. He was one bad sack or one long pass away from ending his career. Everything he’d said to Eric was true; he couldn’t afford to be out right now.

He was in a precarious situation. He was the new quarterback to a losing team that was mired in cheating rumors. He needed his position for two more years, then with some luck and decent investments he would have enough money saved to finish school himself. His baby sister would graduate college next year, and if he could just stay uninjured and controversy-free for at least one year past that, he’d be in the clear.

And Eric Higgins was a wrench that he couldn’t dodge.

He thought about Eric’s mouth, how it felt to grab his dark hair and pull. Jordan couldn’t erase the memory of Eric’s crotch rubbing against his, and how it had taken all his energy to refrain from unzipping Eric’s jeans and taking his cock in his hand right there.

In the fucking elevator.

Eric was dangerous. And if Jordan wanted to stick to his plan, he had to steer clear of the other man for a good long time. Maybe forever. He couldn’t imagine looking into Eric’s hungry eyes again and being able to walk away. There was something about him, something that drew him like an addict to a fix.

A knock sounded on the door, “Room service.”

Good. At least he could eat. And sober up and get to bed before he fucked up his life any more than he had already.

Jordan opened the door and looked straight into the sexy green eyes of Eric goddamned Higgins.

Fuck.

He should slam the door in his face; he should threaten to beat the shit out of Eric if he didn’t go away and leave him the hell alone.

Instead, Jordan stood back, letting Eric into his room.

“Listen, I know you have concerns, valid concerns,” Eric said, keeping his voice low, as if he, too, was worried that the walls might have ears. “I respect that. But I also know that this kind of chemistry doesn’t happen every day. I’m not asking for more than this. But I want you so much it’s driving me crazy, and one thing you need to know about me is I am astonishingly good at giving head and keeping secrets. So if you want this, I swear no one will know but you and me.” Eric’s voice dropped to a tempting whisper. “No one else will know how good I can make you feel.”

Killing him. Eric was killing him with all those words. So damn enticing. And not just the giving head part but the keeping secrets.

Still, he had to stay strong.

“This can’t go anywhere,” Jordan said, fighting the urge to pull Eric back against his body, fusing them together until they both got what they needed from each other. He wanted to believe they could pull off a secret affair, but secrets like this always came out. Always. “It just can’t. Not now.”

“All we’ve got is now.” Eric stepped closer, flooding Jordan’s head with his leather and spring rain smell. “Life is short and it’s meant to be lived, man, not put on hold. I don’t want to get to the end of my career and know it came at the price of shutting people out of my life.”

Jordan swallowed, wishing Eric would stop talking. Every time he opened that sexy mouth of his and something intelligent or thoughtful or kind or witty came out, it got harder to resist him. Eric wasn’t just a cocky bastard; he was a man who could become a friend, more than a friend, and there was no doubt that once Jordan started fucking Eric he wouldn’t want to stop for a long, long time.

Damn, he looked so good in just jeans and a black tee shirt. He hadn’t bothered with shoes. His feet were bare, and Jordan wished the rest of him was bare, too. He wanted to rip that tee shirt off his taut chest and feel him skin-to-skin. He wanted his cock in Eric’s mouth, Eric’s fingers digging into his ass, and both of them writhing together until the heat building between them banished their awareness of everything but how good it felt to come.

“Let’s just see how it goes,” Eric said, closing the gap between them, wrapping his thick arm around Jordan’s waist. “Give me a night. One night to show you this kind of chemistry is worth the chance. It’s going to feel so damn good.”

Eric leaned in, parting his lips, and Jordan sighed into the kiss, stroking his tongue deep into Eric’s hot mouth. He tasted like whiskey and peppermint and something wild and uncivilized that made Jordan’s blood burn even hotter. Eric’s tongue was soft but persistent, patient but demanding, taking what he needed and leaving Jordan aching all over.

This kiss was different from the kiss in the elevator. It was searching, exploring—with a surging white heat skimming just below the surface, promising the hottest fuck of his life.

Their tongues continued to give chase as Jordan’s breath grew faster, ragged; Eric seemed to steal the air straight from his lungs, making his head spin and the throbbing in his cock grow even more intense.

They stumbled toward the couch, kissing deeper, harder, until Jordan was fucking Eric’s mouth with his tongue. Jordan’s knees hit the back of the couch near the window. Eric took advantage of his momentary loss of balance to push Jordan down, smiling down at him as he stripped his shirt over his head.

Jordan took in the sight of muscles on top of muscles, thick pecs with a dusting of dark hair, and the trail leading down toward the bulge in Eric’s jeans and his cock somehow managed to swell even thicker.

“You look good half-naked,” Jordan said, his voice rough.

“I look better all naked,” Eric said. “But before I show you, I need to take care of a few things.”

Eric kneeled between Jordan’s legs, running his palm over the rock hard bulge at the front of Jordan’s jeans.

“Fuck,” Jordan groaned, lifting his hips, pressing into Eric’s hand.

“I can’t wait to see you again,” Eric said, his breath coming fast as he tugged at the buttons at Jordan’s crotch. “I can’t wait to get my fist around you, my lips on you.”

Each button he popped was an orchestrated symphony of torture, driving Jordan’s desire higher. By the time Eric tugged his jeans down his legs to pool around his knees, he was ready to explode. His cock leapt forward, bobbing in the cool air that felt even cooler compared to his burning hot skin. God, he was so hard his cock was a deep red, with veins standing out along the ridge at the center of his length.

“Commando?” Eric cursed beneath his breath, his eyes glued to Jordan’s shaft like it was the Holy Grail and he’d been hunting the thing a damn long time. “Not what I expected from a good guy like you.”

“I don’t know where you got the idea I’m so good,” Jordan said, fisting his hand in the hair at the base of Eric’s neck, not missing the flash of lust the firm grip sent flashing across Eric’s face. “Just because I try to resist temptation doesn’t mean I don’t know what to do when I give in.”

Eric’s eyes glittered as his tongue slipped out to wet his lips. “Is that so?”

“It is,” Jordan said, his voice a low rumble. “And before we’re done I’m going to fuck your mouth like I own it. But first I want you naked.”

Eric’s gaze darkened. “Me first. I started something and I mean to finish it,” he said as he moved his lips up Jordan’s torso, to his left nipple. His tongue teased and swirled across Jordan’s tight flesh before Eric’s lips parted and his teeth bit down hard, sending darts of heat straight to Jordan’s already raging hard-on, making him groan.

Eric took his time with one nipple and then the other, biting and sucking while his hands smoothed up and down the inside of Jordan’s thighs. Sparks ignited in Jordan’s blood, turning hotter as Eric teased higher and higher until finally he cupped Jordan’s swollen, aching balls in one big hand.

Ah hell. Jordan cursed. It felt so damn good to be touched. “Play with them,” Jordan commanded, and Eric did as told, caressing and tugging Jordan’s balls with his strong hands.

“Now, give my dick some motherfucking attention,” he said.

Eric flashed a cocky grin, making it clear he liked taking orders. He shifted his attention, bringing his mouth to hover inches away from Jordan’s cock and licking it—just once—from base to leaking tip.

One touch, and a deep desire rippled through Jordan’s body. Yes, this man’s tongue was going to deliver unholy pleasure.

Jordan gritted his teeth. “Take it, Eric. Suck me. Suck me deep.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to say that. How fucking long I’ve waited to taste you,” Eric murmured as he lowered his mouth over Jordan’s swollen shaft, throat working as he took him deep, deeper, until every inch of his cock was encased in the hot, wet heat of that most talented mouth.

The man knew what to do. Oh, did he ever, swirling and licking and just sucking with an intense kind of friction that lit up Jordan’s body, sending him spiraling.

It was fucking heaven and hell. And he was going to have to fight to keep from shooting his load down Eric’s throat on the first thrust.

“Fuck.” Jordan groaned, fisting his hand in Eric’s hair again, guiding him to match the speed of his thrusts as he bucked up into his mouth. “Yes, that’s perfect. I love that wicked mouth, but I need you faster. Let me take control.”

Eric said yes with his eyes, relaxing his throat muscles even more as Jordan curled his hands around Eric’s head. Their gazes held as Jordan gripped Eric’s hair and fucked his fantastic mouth, hard and fast. He shoved in deep again and again until Eric’s saliva leaked down the base of his cock, the sight driving him wild.

Utterly fucking insane with pleasure. He swore his dick had never been harder. His balls never tighter. He had never wanted to come more than he wanted to now.

It was hot as hell—knowing he had this big man at his mercy, completely under his control. Eric’s trust, and his willingness to let go and give himself over, was as hot as his deep-throating ability. Soon, Jordan was nearing the edge, trying to hold on, but desperate for the release rising up.

He wanted this to last, to commit every blisteringly hot second to memory. But when Eric’s hand came to cup his balls, rolling them hard as Jordan drove deep into his mouth, he lost it.

“Yes, fuck yes!” Jordan growled, his eyes squeezing closed as he came so hard the world went white and there was nothing but the bliss of shooting his load deep down Eric’s throat as the other man sucked him dry.

Eric swallowed him down, milking his orgasm out for what felt like a fucking eternity as he came and came and Eric massaged his balls and sucked his cock until he was dry and spent…but still semi-erect.

The man was that good. Good enough to take his lover there and half way back again with his talented mouth.

“Take your pants off,” Jordan said, his voice so deep it rumbled through the room. “I need you in my hand.”