WARNING: This book is 100% hard-riding, dirty-talking alpha times two. Read at your own risk.
Having him is the most dangerous play of all...
Now that Miami star quarterback Jordan Barr has had a hot, wild night with halfback Eric "The Brick" Higgins he can’t get him off his mind. Eric is under his skin, but he needs to learn a lesson—that Jordan calls the shots when it comes to these sorts of red-hot entanglements.
And that lesson will be conducted in bed with every inch of Eric’s ripped, muscular body bared for Jordan’s pleasure.
Jordan is the most intense, commanding lover Eric has ever had. Trouble is, the two of them have an enemy. As rumors of game fixing ratchet up, compromising photos land on their phones, as well as a note to pay up or be exposed. Eric’s ready to walk away, but when the threats intensify, the men must work together to figure out who the hell is gunning for them.
And working together can only lead to one thing…
An even hotter, harder, sexier encounter.
But the more they come together, the more determined their enemies are to tear them apart.
Play Harder is the second installment in a three-part MM romance trilogy that ends in a cliffhanger.
WARNING: Contains two sexy as sin, filthy-mouthed, dominating, rock hard alpha males. Read at your own risk.
Trusting him is the biggest play he’ll ever make…
Jordan Barr is in deep. He can’t get Eric off his mind, and he’s consumed with wanting the sinfully sexy man. But there’s more at stake now than the pro quarterback ever bargained for. It’s not just his or Eric’s heart or career on the line anymore.
Lives are at stake and their enemies are playing dirty.
Both men need to keep their eyes open for a potentially career-ending blitz. But that’s increasingly tough when all Jordan wants to do is screw Eric senseless.
That kind of screwing sounds damn fine to Eric Higgins. He’s never wanted anyone the way he wants Jordan, but Eric doesn’t know who he can trust anymore.
As their enemies close in and time grows short, he’ll have to decide if he’s ready to make the biggest play of all and let Jordan into his heart.
“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,”
J.T. Fox loves white-hot, sexy stories about men in love (and in lust), rescue dogs, football, soccer, rugby after work, and long, lazy Sunday afternoons with friends. J.T. lives in the south with one alpha pug, two opinionated cats, and a partner who puts up with more than his fair share of crazy.
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