Ty’s at the bar, grabbing some drinks since it’s way too packed for us all to try and stand there together. Eric’s looking pretty hot himself, in a bright-blue speedo with a white design, like flames, across the side, that familiarJulio’s Designssewn into thewaistband.
As I try to take in the scope of it all, I notice Eric watching me. “What?” Iask.
“Still thinking how hot you look in that speedo.” He glances me over the way he did when we were fucking earlier, with those eyes that seem so determined to take in every bit of me. I check to ensure Ty’s still at the bar before I twist my ass toward him to give him a glance, one he takes advantage of, sliding his hand against my cheek and cupping itfirmly.
“Already missing being in here?” Iask.
“More thinking how I can get back thereagain.”
“Well, it’s not that difficult. I’m pretty easy, but only foryou.”
“I’m easy for youtoo.”
It’s so funny how we can be in this packed space, surrounded by guys, some of whom I noticed were checking out my Eric when we entered, but there are moments like this where he’s the only one Isee.
“Okay, okay, here we go,” I hear beside me before feeling something cool against my arm. I realize what it is when I turn and catch Ty tapping a drink against my shoulder. I take the clear plastic cup from him as Eric flinches, taking his own from Ty. He seems as caught off guard by Ty as Iwas.
“Thanks, man,” I say. “I’ll get the nextround.”
“Please. I say we put it all on Mr. Westright’s AMEX. Black,right?”
Eric laughs. “Hardly. Jesse’ll be getting a black AMEX beforeme.”
Ty shakes his head. “Jesse, you can tell me if he’s hiding that black card from us. Just give me the number and no one getshurt.”
We laugh together when a loud voice shouts, “EricWestright.”
We turn at the same time. I’m expecting to see this friend of Eric’s who’s supposed to meet us here, but instead, it’s Julio and Martin, dressed in their own speedos. Julio glances Ty and me over. “Oh, those are fantastic suits. Who designed them?” heteases.
“Thanks again for getting the finishing touches on mine so quickly,” Ty tellshim.
“No problem at all. We couldn’t let Cinderella come to the ball without adress.”
“How you guys been?” Eric asks. “You manage to sneak away from here atall?”
I can tell by Ty’s expression that he’s uneasy for the same reason I am, but I figure we might get lucky and neither of them would remember anything we said about me having a boyfriend. I mean, for what reason could it possibly comeup?
“Doing fine,” Martin says, responding to Eric’s question. “We had a vacation in Barcelona for a couple ofmonths.”
“Couple of months?” Eric asks. “That’s quite avacation.”
“Well, we’ve just been all work and no play, so we thought it’d be a nice getaway,” Julioadds.
“Verynice.”
Julio glances around, then turns to me, asking, “So where is this boyfriend of yours you guys were talkingabout?”
And there itis…
Every muscle in my body stiffens as I can sense Eric’s and Ty’s eyes on me without even looking at either of them, but despite all the noise coming from all around us, the silence from them is the only thing that standsout.
But there’s no point in trying to get out ofthis.
“Well…” Ibegin.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Eric says, taking the lead and extending his hand to Julio, whose jaw drops as Martin smirks, pursing his lips as though he has to stifle alaugh.
“Yes, I believe you’ve met Jesse’s boyfriend already,” Ty adds, his face about as red as I’m sure mineis.
