Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

add. Devin didn't need to compete with anyone over a man.
    "Aw, is he pouting because no one's talking about how our stellar coach inspired us to victory?" Sam smiled and slipped an arm over Devin's shoulder, leaning onto him. Devin felt the heat of Sam's body through his jacket and had to resist the urge to lean back onto him.
    "Better," Mike said. "He's pissy about you getting up close and personal with our neighbor."
    Sam's responding grin made Devin's heart thump hard in his chest. He wanted to throw a smartass remark at Michael's retreating back, but when Sam stood in front of him and licked his lips slowly, Dev forgot what he was upset about. He forgot everything but the look in Sam's eyes that said he was in a hell of a lot of trouble if he thought he'd just be able to walk away without seeing where this could go. Sam wasn't going to let him off that easy.
    "So, you wanna kiss me?"
    Devin's short laugh faltered as Sam leaned on the bar, one hip jutted out to the side as he eyed his prey. "I don't think we should."
    "Funny, I agree with you there. Because once we start, I won't want to stop. We may not be able to."
    Fuck .
    Sam laughed softly. "You're so cute when you blush." Sam leaned close, one hand over Devin's wrist on the bar. "Dance with me."
    Watch that lithe body gyrate to the rhythm of a song, Sam shaking his hips in invitation? The idea had never seemed so much like foreplay and Dev's body responded accordingly. Devin glanced around. The place was packed with people, though none of them seemed to be watching the pair at the end of the bar. Not that it mattered. Sam seemed intent on getting him to do something that could get them both arrested, or kicked out of the pub at the very least. Though Devin found the idea enticing, dancing with him could be dangerous.
    "Come on. This place is cool. We're safe here."
    "That's not really the point." Nor was it a guarantee anywhere they went. But Devin wouldn't belabor the issue. "You don't think the rest of the team would wonder?"
    Sam chuckled under his breath and moved closer. Now he was practically standing between Devin's legs. One glance down and he would know this conversation was a ruse, a distraction so Devin could calm himself down. Not that it was working.
    "They know we're gay. And we live together. Actually enjoying ourselves in public wouldn't be too much of a stretch. Besides, it's not like I'm sitting in your lap." Sam moved his thumb, stroking the inside of Dev's wrist. "That could be arranged," he whispered.
    "Okay, wow." Devin's nervous laugh sounded high to his own ears. "How many drinks have you had?"
    Sam laughed again, the sound a soft dance over the small of Devin's back. "Only two."
    "You should eat something."
    "Food's on the way. So, you gonna dance with me or do I have to pick apart all your reasons for not doing it?"
    Devin shook his head. "I don't want you getting inside my head any more than you already have."
    "It's not your head I'm trying to get into," he whispered. Sam dropped his hand from the bar and slid it along Devin's leg, under his shorts, stopping just behind his knee. He angled closer, hiding the motion from view of the rest of the bar. "But if you're nice, I'll do something with your head." He looked down at Devin's lap and smiled. "You like that idea." Grinning, Sam motioned with his head towards the door leading downstairs. "I can get my food to go."
    Ah, hell. Devin never thought he'd be the one to pull away, but this was moving way too fast. Where was the quiet guy who blushed and stammered when Devin sat across a chess board from him? Yes, he was drunk, but Sam seemed almost like a different person, so unlike himself that Devin wondered if he'd misjudged Sam all this time. Had his roommate always been this forward? Had Devin mistaken his quiet friendship for a shyness that wasn't there? Was Mike right? Had Sam been biding his time, waiting until he knew Devin wasn't pining for anyone else before unleashing the sexy tease before him? It was a lot to take in. But not now. Not with all these people around. Not while Sam was drunk and leaning close and slipping his hand higher and Devin was having trouble focusing on getting that very interested part of him to calm down long enough to get out of the pub without embarrassing himself. Devin pushed Sam's hand away from his thigh.
    "We should talk."
    "Isn't that my line?" He laughed and edged forward until he was standing between Devin's legs. Sam glanced over his