Back in high school, when we were still learning about ourselves, Sawyer and I’d had a no-strings arrangement. We’d discovered that we both preferred to top, but since it was hard to find people to discreetly explore with in our small town, we made it work.
As we’d spent more time together, I’d witnessed his desire for Hendrix deepen, even as Hendrix had begun to explore his twin passions for music and fucking anything on two legs. Despite our incompatibilities, I’d thought I could help Sawyer move on and offered to be his boyfriend. Sawyer confessed that he was so in love with Hendrix that he couldn’t imagine dating someone else. We’d quit fucking soon after that but had promised each other that our friendship was more valuable than anything.
He was already making his way off my porch, but those long-standing bonds dictated that I reach out to stop him.
“Sawyer, wait,” I said. “Is there a stain on your shirt? And are your shorts…wrinkled?”
“Shut up,” he spit back, his eyes not meeting mine.
I’d never seen Sawyer look like this, which left me with a massive dilemma. On the one hand, I would never hesitate to support him when he needed it, but on the other… Ren’s perfect hole.
Ah, fuck. I couldn’t turn my best friend away just so I could get laid. I forced him to come inside so that I could figure out what was wrong with him. Hopefully within the next five minutes.
After a few niceties, he slumped down on my sofa and I retied my robe—no need to be showing him my business. “What’s going on here?” I asked.
“I fucked Hendrix,” he responded, his flat delivery and lack of preamble failing to hide his internal turmoil.
Oh, buddy.
After I asked a few more probing questions, he unloaded the whole ordeal. I hadn’t kept up with Hendrix as I should, distracted as I’d been by my expanding business prospects and newly upgraded sex life. So I listened as best I could, silently giving thanks for my no-strings, drama-free situationship with Ren.
Unfortunately, even while grappling with his own issues, Sawyer noticed that I’d shaped up my beard and gotten a new haircut. I managed to sidetrack him with more talk of Hen. That may have been a bit of dirty pool, but it was successful. At least until my doorbell rang again.
Sawyer narrowed his eyes at my reaction and announced he’d taken enough of my time. When I opened the door, he took one look at Ren, and his shrewd expression told me that the jig was up.
Ren grinned up at us. “Hi, Sawyer. How’s it going?”
Sawyer smiled warmly at him, giving the impression that he thought nothing of Ren’s presence on my doorstep. I knew my friend, though. He’d be grilling me about this the second he had a chance.
“Oh, fine,” Sawyer answered. “I’m destroying my life one bad decision at a time, and Hendrix Cavanaugh is driving me insane.” His keen eyes returned to my freshly groomed beard and hastily tied robe.
Ren, unaware of the silent conversation going on, grimaced. “I’m… sorry?”
Sawyer’s eyes softened, like maybe—just maybe—he didn’t think this was the worst idea ever. He said something about getting back before Hen got in too much trouble and took off, though not before mouthing,Call me.
I followed Ren into the house. I knew Sawyer wouldn’t go blabbing my business, but he’d definitely want an explanation. Problem was, I didn’t know if I had one.
I turned to Ren as he shut the door behind us. “I’m so sorry. He showed up and—mmph.”
Ren cut me off by grabbing my robe, yanking me down for a kiss. I let the robe fall to the ground and pressed him up against the door, knowing how he loved to be pinned by my big body. Hishands roamed, squeezing whatever he could reach—pecs, belly, hips.
When we broke for air, he palmed my chest. “Take me upstairs,” he demanded, pulling at my nipples.
Groaning, I reached for him, sliding my forearm under his ass before throwing him over my shoulder.
I needed this as much as he did.
CHAPTER 10
ren
I couldn’t believe I was hanging upside down over Major’s shoulder, my face inches from his perfectly round, perfectly hairy ass.
“Every time I feel a little too old for you, I remember the benefits of fucking a young guy and I push that thought aside,” I said, laughing.
We reached the top of the stairs, and he set me back on the ground, a disgruntled expression on his handsome face.
Had he done something with his beard?
