Because Graham knew this feeling, but he wasn’t used to feeling it with men, withThadof all people.
Graham suddenly thought of the last time he’d kissed Madison like this and the reminder hehad a girlfriendsent the equivalent of a bucket of cold water over his head.
He pulled back, pushing Thad away as he swallowed hard, his lips still tingling. “What was that about?” he rasped.
Thad shifted, pulling away, one eyebrow raised. “I don’t know. You tell me.”
Graham laughed, looking away. “I mean, it was a mistake, obviously.”
“Was it?” Thad reached out, dragging a finger across his cheek and drawing his attention back. “Because it didn’t feel like a mistake to me.”
“I’mstraight,” Graham said, ignoring the shiver that went through him at the touch.
Thad let his hand fall back into his lap, his expression filled with disbelief. “Look, I’m never gonna tell a guy how he should identify, but … that didn’t feel like the kind of kiss a straight man gives hisbuddies.”
“I’m dating Madison!” Graham stood, suddenly feeling sick.
“Don’t get all self-righteous now.Youkissedme.”
“I’m not—look, it doesn’tmatter.” Graham walked to the front door, pulling on his sneakers with sharp, jerky motions. “It was … a mistake.”
“Okay.” Thad was still on the couch. He lay sprawled out now, denim straining across his muscular thighs, shirt clinging to every line of his upper body. His hair was a mess and God,Grahamhad done that to him.
Graham was the one who put the heavy-lidded look in his eyes and,oh fuck, made his cock thicken a little and push at the fly of those jeans.
Graham could still smell Thad’s cologne and feel the scrape of his short beard hair against his cheek and chin. They’d kissed and it had been unbelievably good. Unbelievably intense. Unbelievablyright.
“It’s a little hard to believe you mean that when you keep looking at me like that,” Thad said huskily.
“I’m not looking at you—look it doesn’tmatter,” Graham said, stepping forward. “It was … I … we’refriends, okay?”
“Okay.” Thad sat up slowly. “If that’s what you want.”
“Of course it’s what I want! I have a girlfriend. I feel guilty enough for—for kissing someone else.Anyoneelse while I’m with her.”
“And you’re straight, right?” Thad’s tone was a little mocking.
“Yes!” Graham said, because he was. He’d never … “I—I had a weird lapse in judgment or something.”
Madison had been away and they’d both been busy. It had been difficult to connect with her lately. Graham was feeling a little tightly wound. That was all.
“Okay,” Thad said, his tone easy. He rose to his feet and sauntered over. “So, when you go to bed later tonight, you definitely won’t think about what it would’ve felt like if I’d gotten on my knees and sucked your cock.”
“Iwon’t,” Graham protested.
And he didn’t.
He did wake in the early hours of the morning, heart pounding, cock hard, yanked from a dream about a warm mouth on his and the scent of Thad’s cologne in his nose, but it didn’t mean anything.
How could it?
Graham was anally. The kind of guy who genuinely wanted to support his friends and the community. The kind of guy who had noticed other men, but only in an abstract way.
A non-sexual way.
He hadalwaysdated women, he had a girlfriend who he was going to have to apologize to, and this stupid kiss with Thad was nothing but a weird, flukey little thing they’d laugh about later.
Wasn’t it?
