“That sounds like a good idea,” Leon says like he’s about to deck me if I stay muchlonger.
Dana steps up to him. “You’re the one who needs toleave.”
“Oh, no, no, no. I’m the one who needs to leave,” I add. I stoop down, snatch my flip-flops, and stumble out the door into the hall. I slide into my shorts and carry my shoes into the main living area, where everyone’s hanging out. I’m still trying to process what the fuck just wentdown.
Dana and Leon’s voices echo through the hall, muffled beneath the music that’s blasting, so no one seems tonotice.
Ty sits alone on the couch, so I approach him and sit besidehim.
“You hit it with Dana real quick. Maybe a little too quick,” he says as I put on my flip-flops.
“Shut the fuck up. I…uh…bailed.”
“Bailed?”
I don’t feel like now is the best time to discuss it with him, especially considering we’re surrounded by Dana’sfriends.
“It wasn’t happening,” I tell him. “Where’d Mandygo?”
“Freshening up.” He winks at me. “You gonna hang around for abit?”
I’m about to reply when he says, “Kidding. I know you’re about to bail. I’m your best friend. Jesus Christ. I at least know you well enough to callthat.”
“You gotme.”
“Just be safe, and make sure to get the cab rate before he takes you home,okay?”
He rises, and we hug it out before I find my shirt, which I discarded during one of thegames.
I take a cab back to his dad’s condominium, and when I head inside, I notice Eric in thekitchen.
He’s turned away from me. Barefoot, only in a pair of shorts. My gaze fixates on the curvature of his ass. Considering how those shorts shape around his ass cheeks, it’s hard not tonotice.
He dips a nacho chip into some dip before taking abite.
I look him over, inspecting those thick back muscles, watching how they twitch around his spine as he enjoys hissnack.
As he turns to me, I nod before looking away quickly. “Hey, bro,” I say, feeling like an idiot for fucking sayingbro, but I don’t give myself time to brood. Just dash toward the guestbedroom.
When I get inside and close the door behind me, I sit on thebed.
Hard again. Dana sure didn’t get me going like this, and I’m surprised I’m thishard.
Even in high school, I would get turned on by guys, so I assumed I must be bi, but it was usually a lot easier for me to jerk off if I was thinking about agirl.
Eric is totally different than what I’m used to. I’m rock solid. Dana would have had a much better time playing around with this thing. Why does Ty’s dad have to be so goddamnhot?
There’s a knock on mydoor.
Oh, Jesus. What the fuck am I supposed to do now that I have this ragingboner?
When I answer the door, there heis.
I try not to look into those gorgeous blue eyes of his, but now all I can check out are his beefy muscles, which indicate he spends as much time—if not more—at the gym asme.
How can this guy have a twenty-three-year-oldkid?
“How’s it going?” he asks, his voice deep, powerful. A guy like this was made for the business world. He seems like he doesn’t have a problem ordering people around or takingcommand.
