Hence the fact Creed and I were just friends. We’d been horny enough to contemplate trying to bottom for each other. In theend, though, neither of us had been willing to compromise. We were better off as friends.
And why the fuck was I thinking about Creed while this infuriating man had his tongue down my throat, and his hands planted firmly on my ass?
No idea.
I tried to refocus on him. I didn’t know what would make him feel good, but I was certainly willing to try. Within the boundaries of decency, of course. I’d taken Mama Murthi’s admonishment to heart—I was not going to risk getting arrested and not being able to perform in Black Rock.IfRocktoberfest ever came calling. I had my doubts.
Spencer pulled back abruptly, then pushed off against me.
I nearly fell backward. “Hey.”
He shook his head. “I’m sorry. That was… And you were… We shouldn’t…” His pupils nearly eclipsed his entire irises as he gestured. Something between the two of us—if I could make sense of his rapid movement.
“Look, can we talk?”
“I have to go.” He turned and fled.
Like an idiot, I stood there with my mouth gaping. Because what had happened was both super hot and super weird. I didn’t care that he hadn’t asked. I was someone who could stand up for myself.I hope he hasn’t done that to someone in the past who didn’t want it. Or doesn’t do it in the future with someone who also isn’t welcoming of that overture.
But that fucking amazing, awesome, brilliant kiss. Man, could he kiss. My lips still tingled where he’d pressed against me. My rock-hard cock wasn’t happy about the lack of options. Much as I wanted to rub one out—to clear up the ache—I wasn’t going to do that either in public or even in my car. Nope, driving home with a hopefully deflating cock was about the best I could do, given the circumstances.
Several people exited city hall.
The NIMBY woman came up to me and shook her fists. “Look what you’ve done.” Then she marched off.
A gentleman approached me next. “I’m not certain you can take all—or any—of the credit. But the project was green-lit. So that’s good news.” He slapped me on the back. “Quite a show you put on in there.” Then he took off.
I’ll watch the council minutes when they post.I needed to see if I’d been as rude as Spencer claimed. I also needed to see for certain that the project would go ahead. And if any Indigenous input would be sought. Likely not, but I could hope.
I adjusted my jeans, so I was slightly more comfortable, and headed to my SUV. So a good day…right?
Hard to tell. Reading Spencer was impossible—or damn close to it— so I had only my gut reaction to go by.
My gut—and my cock—said,more, more, more.
Interesting to see if I listened to my brain, which saiddanger, danger, danger.
Chapter Seven
Spencer
Holy fuck.
Did I just…?
Did he just…?
How is it we’re not in a bed excising each other from our systems?
I couldn’t answer any of those questions. Or attempts at questions. In truth, I had no idea what had just fucking happened. As I cycled back to my condo, the reality of what I’d just done sank in.
I’d kissed a guy.
Okay, no big deal. I was gay, he was—at the very least—bi.
We’d been in public.
Nothing against PDAs. They might not have been my thing, but Malik clearly had no issues with…getting involved.
