Jordan watched as Eric stood, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth as he unzipped his jeans. The zipper was loud, compared to their fast, shallow breathing. He shoved his jeans down and stepped out of them as he took his own cock in his hand. Eric stroked his thick shaft up and down as Jordan freed himself from the rest of his clothes, never releasing him from eye contact.

Damn, the man was something else.

Physical perfection with the thickest cock he’d ever seen. Jordan had taken longer, but never anything close girth-wise. It made him wonder what it would feel like to have Eric inside of him, pressing past the tight ring of his ass and easing inside. It had been a long time since Jordan had bottomed, but something about Eric made him want that, want to take his turn being vulnerable as well as his turn taking control.

Right now though, all he wanted was to give Eric what the man deserved. A mind-blowing orgasm. If it was half as good as what Eric had done for him, the man would be a happy camper.

“Now you.” Jordan stood, capturing Eric’s mouth for a kiss, tasting himself on the other man’s lips. He put his knee between Eric’s legs, spreading them wider as he reached down, taking Eric’s throbbing cock in his fist. He was already slick with pre-come that made jerking him easy, slick and smooth as Jordan tugged, summoning a soft groan from Eric’s lips.

Eric’s cock felt so fucking right in his palm. It was as if he already knew the pull of the taut skin, the map of every vein. He watched as Eric’s face unraveled with every stroke. While Jordan worked Eric’s cock slowly with his right hand, he used his left hand to trace the other man’s rock hard abs. Jordan reached up and pinched Eric’s nipple, twisting it slowly back and forth before he let it slip through his tight fingers.

The response was a low growl as Eric’s dick jumped in Jordan’s fist.

Eric bit his bottom lip, his jaw clenching as Jordan slid his left hand under Eric’s cheek and found the tight ring of his ass. He tested the puckered hole, relishing the way Eric shuddered beneath his touch.

“You going to tease,” Eric gasped. “Or are you going to take it?”

“You want me in your ass?” Jordan asked, letting his middle finger push past the rim of Eric’s ass and into his heat as his other hand pumped faster, making Eric’s breath hitch. “My finger in your ass while you fuck my hand?”

“Yes, I want to fuck your hand.” Eric’s hips pumped faster. “I want to fuck every part of you. I want you in every part of me—my mouth, my ass, my hand.” His brow furrowed. “God, I’m close, Jordan. So fucking close.”

His name on Eric’s lips was a bolt of lust slamming into him. It sounded so damn good. It drove Jordan on. He increased the pressure and pace of his strokes as their gazes met and held, something passing between them as they stared into each other’s eyes. Eric panted, and moaned, then gripped the back of Jordan’s neck, hanging on for dear life as he came with a quiet groan. He never broke eye contact even as his juices splashed over Jordan’s hand and onto his bare stomach.

And at that moment, Jordan knew that Eric was more than dangerous, he was chaos waiting to sweep in and take him by the throat. Jordan’s life was full of order, direction, and purpose. But he could get lost in those eyes, get lost and never want to be found.

That was the problem. They had chemistry. They had it in spades.

And that made Jordan want more of it. Want to go back again and again. And that could only lead to trouble.

Jordan let go, but Eric pulled him in for a kiss, a breathless, hot, sexy kiss filled with gratitude for what they’d shared. It was the gratitude that undid him, making Jordan pull away with a shake of his head.

“This could get complicated,” he said, his voice shaking.

“It’ll be worth it,” Eric responded, his hand playing down the side of Jordan’s body to squeeze his hip. “And we’ll be careful. Discreet.”

Jordan sighed. “Are you sure you know the meaning of that word?”

“I’m not the one who started something in the elevator,” Eric said, grinning when Jordan grimaced. “It’s okay. We’ll be more careful from here on out. This can’t be the one and only time. I haven’t even started to have you every way I want you.”

Jordan closed his eyes, not surprised that his cock was already starting to thicken again, his little head telling his big head to stop thinking and get back to fucking.

And maybe for once the little head was right.

Could he risk it? Eric seemed to understand the need for secrecy and he was right—once was never going to be enough.

Knock knock knock! “Room service!”

Holy shit, he’d forgotten there was actual food coming.

“We can’t be seen together in here,” Jordan said, panic surging through him, banishing the lust haze. “Get your clothes on and hide on the balcony. I’ll let you know when the guy’s gone.”

Eric sighed and grabbed his clothes, stepping into his jeans before he headed out to the balcony with his tee shirt in hand. Jordan yanked the curtains closed, snagged a hotel bathrobe from the closet and shrugged it on before opening the door to reveal an older man with a loaded cart of food.

“Jordan Barr!” the man exclaimed, jaw dropping.

Jordan smiled at the man’s obvious excitement.

“You’re Jordan Barr!” he continued. “I’ve followed you since college, man. You’re something else! And now you’re playing here in Florida.”

“That’s me,” Jordan said with a grin. He couldn’t deny that he enjoyed an exuberant reaction, even if it came at an inopportune time. “I’m thrilled to be back home.”

The room service waiter scrubbed a hand across his graying jaw and shook his head. “I can’t believe it! Here you are. Right in front of me. The fellas are never going to believe me.”

“I’ll vouch for you,” Jordan joked, holding open the door.

The waiter wheeled the food in and took his painstakingly sweet time to set it all up on the table. “I'll never forget that 65-yard pass against Baltimore. That was art, man. Pure fucking art.”

Jordan laughed. “What’s your name?”

“Oh sorry, sir. I’m Larry. It’s an honor, a real honor,” he answered, holding out his hand.

“How about I sign a couple of headshots for your friends so they’ll believe you?” Jordan asked with a wink, as he shook the man’s hand. “And if you have a phone with a camera, we can take a picture together. You know, for evidence.”

His eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? You’d do that for me?”

“Well, you won’t have bragging rights if you don’t have real evidence, now will you, Larry?”

He grinned. “No, sir, I guess not.”

Jordan pulled out some of the headshots he carried with him out of his carry-on and signed three pictures. One for Larry, the others for Dan and Darren. He and Larry talked stats and the Heat Wave’s playoff chances as Jordan signed, then they took a couple of selfies, and finally, after what seemed like forever, Jordan closed the door behind one very happy fan.

Thank God.

Normally, Jordan loved spending time with real fans like Larry, no matter when that happened. But tonight, he had been torn between showing his appreciation for the man and kicking his ass out. Thank God he’d hidden Eric on the balcony before he’d let the guy in. That would have been all kinds of awkward. Not to mention dangerous.

Truth be told, Eric wasn’t completely safe from discovery out on the balcony, either. The office building across the street was closed for the night, but you never knew when someone might be working late—and seeing things they shouldn’t.

Jordan stepped outside. The sound of the surf in the distance and salty beach air swept through him, calling to something inside of him. Despite the moment of panic when they were about to be discovered, he felt calm for the first time in weeks.

Maybe Eric was right. Maybe they could be careful. He liked this unfamiliar peaceful feeling almost as much as he loved the idea of fucking Eric senseless.

“He’s gone, you can come back in now,” he said as his eyes adjusted to the night. “Eric? Did you jump?” he joked.

But the only response was the waves hitting the beach.

Where the hell had he gone?

Jordan walked over to the connecting balcony and heard the sliding door click shut. The room next door was the concierge floor hospitality suite where he’d had breakfast this morning. Now it would likely be abandoned. It was a smart escape route, but Jordan wasn’t sure he wanted Eric to escape.

He hurried back to the door to his room to catch Eric when he emerged into the hallway, but he was too late. He caught only a glimpse of Eric’s dark hair as he turned the corner and walked away.

Disappointment flashed through his chest, followed closely by anger.

Eric had started the conversation about something more and then the moment things got a little dangerous, he ran away. Well, that was one way to keep a secret, Jordan supposed. But the love ’em and leave ’em game was not what Jordan wanted with Eric.

It proved that this had been a huge mistake. It was for the best that Eric was gone. Jordan didn’t need to get in any deeper with a flake.

Jordan shut the door and paced back into his room, rage building inside of him. Tonight had been fucking stupid. He’d known better, but for a second there, he had thought he could trust a cocky bastard like Eric.

But there would be no more trust, and this wasn’t happening again.

He couldn’t go off-book now. He had too much at stake. Eric Higgins was an obstacle he was going to avoid.

Jordan sat down to eat, refusing to admit to himself that the thought of never getting his hands on Eric’s body again made him sadder than he’d been since the day his shoulder took him out of the game.