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."He's the goddamn waterboy!""He's our friend and our teammate.""I'll replace all of you.""Every guy on the team? Good luck with that.""You'll lose your scholarship," Coach threatened Matthew, Danny's boyfriend."No, I won't, and neither will anyone else," Matthew said."We're here on academic scholarships, not athletic ones.You can kick us off the team, but you can't kick us out of school." Driven Alpha55Eventually, realizing he wouldn't have a job if he didn't have a team, Coach reluctantly reinstated Danny.Clearly unhappy about the situation, he crammed his clipboard into his sweaty pit and stomped out of the gymnasium.They had the good grace to wait until the coach was gone, and the door behind him firmly closed, before they erupted into cheers.They swept Danny up into big strong hugs that told him in no uncertain terms he was beloved by his teammates.As Brandon went to his first class, he considered the fierce attachment they all had to Danny when they had only met him in August for early training.He'd been so fragile in so many ways that Danny had brought out protective instincts in every guy on the team.Now that he'd hooked up with Matthew, Danny had emerged from his shell in a big way.Under all that shaggy hair and baggy clothing, Danny was remarkably hot.And, by the possessive way Matthew wrapped his arm around him, totally taken.Brandon was sure the curious event in the back of the equipment truck had something to do with all this, but he didn't have time to ask.Moreover, every time he thought about that moment, his mind went all fuzzy.Flicking his chin at Derek by way of saying good-bye, Brandon hurried to his morning class.He listened with half an ear and spent more time doodling than taking notes.Lost in his thoughts, Brandon realized the bell had rung quite some time ago.The rest of his day passed in a similar blur.All he could think of was Derek, the box of toys, and their agreement to meet at Brandon's apartment after classes.The closer that time came, the more fidgety he became.Excitement and apprehension hit him in alternating waves.All the times he'd considered those toys, running his trembling fingers over the cool, smooth rubber, convinced he'd never find anyone to use them with--all that changed.Now the frustration was replaced with the anticipation of acting all of those dreams out.With hunky Derek Simmons of all people.But then that lingering fear rose up, telling Brandon if he did this, he could never go back.But maybe that was a 56Anitra Lynn McLeodgood thing.Maybe it was time to push through that fear and give in to passions he'd always kept so tightly controlled.When Brandon's last class ended, he couldn't get home fast enough.His hand shook so badly he had trouble getting the key into the lock.As he was fumbling with the door, he realized the knob turned freely."Derek?" Brandon called as he pushed the door open.He hadn't given him a key, but maybe he'd wanted to surprise him and took the spare one from the kitchen."No, Alexander."If it were humanly possible, Brandon's jaw would have dropped right off his face.Alexander Sanders, patriarch of the entire Sanders clan, rose from the living room couch like Neptune from the deep.Perfectly styled steel-gray hair matched his eyes while his rich black suit was set off with a bright red tie.As always, Brandon's father was impeccably dressed.Raw terror destroyed Brandon's anticipatory arousal.Fear shriveled his semi-hard cock and curled his shoulders in as he tried to present the smallest possible target.In a flash of insight, Brandon thought he probably looked a lot like Danny Jones had when he'd first come to Twin Pines--all curled in and terrified.Maybe he felt for Danny because Brandon knew exactly what it was like to expect blows to rain down at any moment.Brandon's father had never come to visit him.The only time Brandon saw his father was at their home in Boston, usually in his father's office.While Alexander sat behind his enormous desk, Brandon stood on the other side in the down-beaten posture he held now.His father only called Brandon before him when he was angry about something.That Alexander had come to him, rather than call Brandon home, conveyed more clearly than words ever could that his father was livid.And unfortunately, Brandon knew exactly what had sparked his father's rage.Not that Brandon was justifying Alexander's reaction, Driven Alpha57just that his father's rancor wasn't that surprising given the circumstances.Five years was a long time to keep such a big secret."I am trying to decide if I should discipline or applaud your audacity." Alexander palmed his brandy, swirling the amber liquid within the bulbous glass."On the one hand, you have clearly set your own path through life, which is decidedly manly, but on the other hand, you have directly defied me." Alexander considered his drink for a long moment [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]