He was seeing red now. “That’s not what I fucking meant.”
“No?” Evan crowded closer, bumping Brent up against the door.
Jesus, his head was swimming.
Is this what another man smelled like up close? Hot and fresh and crisp and mouthwatering?
“You don’t understand,” Brent whispered.I love Jess more life itself, he wanted to say.
But he couldn’t, because Evan had closed the gap between them and now he could feel the other man’s cock.
Hard. Thick.
Dress pants didn’t disguise anything.
Even through Brent’s heavy denim jeans, he knew he was betrayed.
Anger and lust were twisted up hard together, and there was no denying that somehow in the accusations tossed back and forth, they’d both missed the fact that they were aroused.
Evan ground their hips together.
No, it was only Brent who had missed that fact. Evan knew, and was using it like a weapon against him. Fuck. Stop, he should say. You don’t understand, he should repeat.
But before he could say either of those things, Evan’s mouth crashed down on his own, and for the first time in his life, Brent was kissing another man.
It took his breath away. The rough slide of stubble right next to the softest lips. It slashed his nerve endings to pieces and blazed a brutal path of destruction straight to his groin.
Evan tasted good. Felt good. Felt bad, too, in the best kind of way. Like he might be willing to be rough. Hold Brent down and fuck him at an awards night, damn fucking straight that was his fantasy.
And up until this moment, it had only been that, a fantasy he couldn’t act on because he still loved his wife.
It wouldn’t go that far now, would it?
Evan shoved away from him, stepping back with force. The space suddenly between them felt like a terrifying chasm that Brent was teetering on the edge of.
Confused and turned on, he glared at Evan. “What the fuck?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“Why did you kiss me?”
“Because you wanted me to.” Evan’s lip curled in a hostile snarl, daring him to challenge that truth.
Brent wouldn’t deny it. He shrugged. “So why did you stop?”
“Because I don’t want to hurt Jessica.”
Cold fear slithered through his belly. “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing with her, but—”
“I’m not playing any games with her. I’m her friend, nothing more. Her choice—not mine. And she knows I don’t have a gender preference for dating.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Brent paced forward, getting in Evan’s face. “When you let slip that I… Did you tell her that whenIwas looking atyou, you were looking right back?”
“I couldn’t very well tell her that without outing you, could I?”
