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“So you’re the reporter?”

Dustin Brooks turned, and his gaze hit the middle of the biggest and widest chest he’d ever seen. Working his way up, he finally found an angular face with sky-blue eyes and dirty-blond hair. It took Dustin a moment to find his breath and stammer, “Journalism student. Yes. I’m Dustin Brooks. But, uh, I’m not here for that class.”

“What class are you here for, then?”

Whoever he was, his drawl was slow and sexy, just like the way his gaze ate up Dustin’s five-foot-eight-inch frame. With hands the size of catcher’s mitts, this man could pick him up, bend him over, and do all kinds of unspeakable things to him.

Dustin gulped.

Given the man’s massive build, there wasn’t anything Dustin could do to make him stop if he were so inclined to manhandle him. And maybe Dustin wouldn’t want to. Something about this man attracted him, something beyond his looks and his open, engaging manner. A primal need to surrender to him sparked a deep and almost mystical attraction in Dustin. This wasn’t an ordinary case of lust. This was something far more profound.

Ever so slowly, a grin broke up the severe angles of the man’s face. “Oh, you are definitely sitting by me.”

Dustin was nudged onto the Grizzlies’ team bus. The massive man behind him kept right on nudging until they came to the very last row of seats in the back.

Dustin noticed puffy coats filled one seat, but the other was empty. Obviously, Dustin was supposed to sit back here with this sexy giant. Just who was this hunk gently pushing him toward the very back and very private area of the bus? Dustin turned his head toward the front. The average bus was thirty-six feet in length, but the front of this bus, where the coach sat, seemed over a mile away.

“It’s a little isolated back here, isn’t it?” Dustin asked.

Leaning over him, the man drawled, “Back here I’ll be able to show—I mean tell—you everything you need to know about the Twin Pines Grizzlies.”

Dustin shivered so hard his glasses almost fell off. Pushing them up the bridge of his nose, he slid into the seat, tucking his backpack between his knees.

For a moment, the massive football player looked down at him while Dustin looked up.

“You have to be the cutest little puppy I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Dustin blushed so hard his whole body must have turned red. “Who are you?”

“Ah, right, where are my manners? I’m Mitch.” When he tossed himself down onto the bench seat, his weight shook the entire bus. “Mitch Gay. And yes, that’s my real last name. It’s also an entirely fitting adjective for my sexual orientation. It’s also a pretty good description for my overall attitude about life. The Gay part, not the Mitch part.” Mitch smiled so wide a dimple developed on the right side of his mouth. “Now, tell me all about you.”

Dustin’s mouth fell open, but nothing came out. Mitch’s stats rolled through Dustin’s mind in an instant. Mitch was a first-string wide receiver. Mitch was six foot four and two hundred twenty pounds of intellectual athlete who had a line of successful football teams behind him and a perfect GPA. Mitch Gay was a Renaissance man who loved sports, academics, and sex. Not necessarily in that order. He was everything Dustin wasn’t. Dustin knew all of these details because he’d been studying the entire football team since the school year started, but not for the reason he had told his teacher. No one knew what he was really looking to uncover. Well, one man knew besides Dustin. All of this was his idea. Dustin would rather be just about anywhere but here.

Mitch lowered his head until their eyes were on an even level. “Is your mission here a secret one?”

Oh. God. He’d just barely settled in and already his cover was blown sky-high. His backpack slid from his knees to his feet, making a dull little thud on the metal floor.

“I guess you can’t be a reporter if you can’t talk.”

Realizing that he was overreacting, Dustin took a deep breath and said, “I can talk.” Dustin tried to regain some equilibrium, but that was almost impossible with Mitch so close, and smelling so good, and his thigh was pressing against Dustin’s, and Mitch’s was all muscle, and— “How long have you been playing?” Dustin pulled the question out of thin air since he had to think of something to ask or he’d look like an even bigger idiot than he already did.

“I’ve been playing ever since my dick could get hard.” Mitch cupped his crotch. “Or did you mean football?”

Dustin realized he was staring at Mitch’s considerable bulge and licking his lips. Mortified, he yanked his gaze away so fast his glasses flew off.

Mitch caught them with strong, dexterous fingers. “You can look all you’d like, pup. Believe me, I’m not going to go ballistic on you for checking me out. I’m encouraging you to look.” Mitch handed the glasses over, and when their fingers touched, a spark jumped from Mitch’s hand to Dustin’s.

“Static electricity,” Mitch noted. “Dry air and maybe something else. What do you think?”

Dustin slipped his glasses back on and changed the subject as quickly as he could. “I’m here to observe the social impact of athletic competition at the collegiate level.” To his own ears that sounded boring as oatmeal and totally rehearsed. He hoped Mitch didn’t notice.

“You want to find out if we’re buddies on and off the field?” Mitch’s eyes narrowed speculatively.

“Well, no, not—I’m trying to determine if team sports build individual esteem.”

“The more I play with my buddies, the better I feel about myself?” Mitch lifted one brow, and Dustin almost creamed his jeans.

Adult EXCERPT

“Yeah.” Dustin settled his hands behind his head. “I trust you implicitly.”

“You do?” Mitch realized he’d broken the game, but Dustin didn’t seem to care.

“I do.” Flexing his body below the power of Mitch’s, Dustin said, “I know without checking that this is the first time you’ve fornicated without protection.”

“I swear it is.”

“I believe you.”

“Why?” Mitch had to know.

“Because I trust you.”

“Why?”

“Because I know that just as I believe you that you’ve never gone bareback before, you believe me that this is my first time ever.”

Mitch nodded.

“Quid pro quo.” Dustin grinned. “Have we now verbally declared everything?”

Mitch returned his grin. “Oh, yes, I believe we’re clear.” He lowered his voice as he lowered his gaze to where the prow of his cock pressed against Dustin’s puckered flesh. “Your tight little hole doesn’t lie.” Realizing that what he’d said could be taken the wrong way, Mitch met Dustin’s gaze and added, “I also know that you would never lie to me.”

There was a flash of something unnamable that flared and died in Dustin’s eyes, and for a moment, Mitch had the most curious feeling that Dustin would make him stop. But whatever it was disappeared, swallowed up by the hunger for completion that Dustin clearly had as deep as Mitch did.

“Fill me. Take me. Claim me.” Dustin kept contact with Mitch’s gaze. “I promise that I will forever after this moment hold true to you.”

“Hold true to me.” Mitch surged forward, pushing into Dustin, but then he halted. “I will hold true to you.”

“I believe you.”

Slowly, carefully, panting with restraint, Mitch eased his cock inside Dustin’s welcoming body. Snug and hot, Dustin’s channel pulled him in without Mitch having to do much more than hold himself steady. After what seemed a timeless moment, Mitch was buried inside his chosen. Raw animal pleasure gave way to compassionate human love. This wasn’t just sex. It never was. Unrefined, brutish lust had masked something much deeper, something much more frightening. Mitch couldn’t remember ever thinking that four-letter word in connection with anyone he’d been with before. And yet here, with Dustin, a man he hardly knew, Mitch was already thinking love.

Was that what he’d seen surface and disappear in Dustin’s gaze? Was Dustin thinking love, too? Watching Dustin carefully for any sign of distress, Mitch saw only welcoming pleasure. Their bodies merged together so perfectly it was as if they were puzzle pieces that had found one another at last.

“You feel so good.” Mitch angled Dustin’s legs around his hips.

“So do you.” Digging his heels into Mitch’s buttocks, Dustin pulled them tighter together and then shimmied his ass to the end of the bed until they were so close they were almost one flesh.

Lowering himself over Dustin’s body, Mitch held his weight off him by resting on his elbows. This way he could rock slowly and kiss Dustin at the same time. His mouth tasted dangerously good, almost unbearably sweet. If virginity had a flavor, Dustin was ripe with it. Mitch found himself ravenous to taste all of Dustin’s innocence. Everywhere. From his bottom to his cock to his lips to his—ah, yes. The one spot that had escaped Mitch’s attention.

Mitch extended one arm so that he was balanced against the bed and able to watch Dustin as he teased his nipples with his fingers.

Moans and groans turned to whimpers as Mitch tightened his twists. Each solid pull caused Dustin’s dick to twitch and his bottom to clench. When Mitch lowered his mouth to one of Dustin’s nipples and teased the other with nimble fingertips, Dustin thrashed in earnest below him. But there was nowhere for him to go. Not with Mitch’s bigger body pinning him down.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you sound?” Mitch simultaneously bit and flicked Dustin’s nipples while ramming his cock deep into Dustin’s no-longer-virgin bottom.

Dustin uttered a sound that was pure passion.

“That’s it, sing for me.” Mitch played Dustin’s body like a musical instrument. Biting, licking, flicking, shoving, tonguing—until Dustin was a squirming mass of longing below him.

“I need—I need—” Dustin gasped.

“I know what you need. You need what I need.” Mitch leaned back, wrapped his fist around Dustin’s dick, and proceeded to stroke down as he rammed his cock in. “You need me to fuck you with my cock and fuck your cock with my fist.” Mitch did just that. “Say yes, my love.”

“Yes. Yes.” Dustin nodded so vigorously he dislodged his glasses. In his haste, Dustin failed to notice that Mitch dubbed him my love. Mitch decided Dustin didn’t notice or didn’t care or maybe…Oh. God. Maybe, just maybe, Dustin agreed with the sentiment. To test him, Mitch said it again. “Do you like this, my love?”

“Yes. Yes. More. More.”

“Hold on to your glasses. Lie there and watch me give you everything I have.”

Dustin held his glasses to his head with a finger over each ear bridge, and Mitch proceeded to fuck him. Slow, and sweet, and full, and deep.

“Good?”

“So good. So good. Soooooo…” Dustin’s voice went off on a low howl of bliss that crooned right to the animal heart of Mitch’s need.