Evan slaps him in the chest with the back of his hand, and it makes Isaac laugh. “I think it’s more like—when two people are better together than the sum of their parts. Like life is easier because you’ve got your ride-or-die. Someone you’d go to war for.”
“But what makes them that person?” I ask because Evan’s answer was easier to follow.
“Continued mutual interest,” he says.
I frown.
Evan snorts.
Isaac grins. “Think about it. It’s a perfect answer. What’s yours, Deacon?”
“I have no idea. That’s why I was asking. Emotion works weird in my head.”
“Right,” Isaac says. “Then just take my word for it.”
I smile because I like when he gets cocky. I get a wink for that, and it makes me want to crawl over Evan and onto Isaac’s lap. Or drag him onto mine. I really need to know what the rules are here.
I’ve fought off four erections in the last forty-five minutes, and none of them are from anything that’s actually happening. They’re from the things I wish would. I want someone to touchme. And not just anywhere, but someplace intimate. My inner thigh, my crotch, hell, even my neck would be a start.
I’m leaning back on the sofa, feet planted on the floor and knees spread. Isaac has his feet on the edge of the fire pit, and Evan’s are tucked beneath him. I’m open for business, but I’m too nervous to start anything for fear everyone will disperse.
The restlessness is making my fingers tap the cushion, but it’s not nearly enough stimulation. I’m about five minutes away from excusing myself to pace and scratch or jerk off orsomething.
Evan must notice I’m restless because he grabs the hand I still have on his leg. It makes my cock twitch. “You’re like—thrumming,” he says.
“Sorry.”
“Have you been sitting still too long?”
“Sure,” I say. It’s half-true. “Did you mean what you said earlier?”
“Which part?”
Without regurgitating the conversation I’m referring to where he said he was willing to try this thing, I skip ahead to ask for what I want. “Can we switch places?”
His eyes widen. “Oh. Um…”
Isaac has turned his head and is watching this. He’s currently holding Evan’s hand again.
“Did you want to take things slow or something?” I ask.
He looks stunned. “We already—I mean…I guess I don’t know what you’re asking.”
Suddenly frustrated, I look at Isaac. “Are you good here?”
“I’m fine,” he says, but there’s something in his eyes that’s making me rethink everything.
“All right. Then I might head out.”
“I could be better, too,” Isaac says quickly.
Evan whips his head around to look at him. “What am I doing wrong?”
“Nothing, baby.”
“Am I being a cockblocker?”
“A little,” I say.
