“Sure,” Troy agreed, looking unbothered as he pushed off from the counter. “Kissing guys is fun, but I love women. No harm in providing a little entertainment to get a sexy woman wet for us.”
Wait, what?
“Why did you never mention that you like to suck cock?”
“Never came up.”
“Never came up? Your entire sexuality never came up?”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t look at me like that. Bro, you have to admit that’s at least a little bit bi,” Rhett said, still looking confused.
“Whatever. I never needed a label before, but maybe I’m bi. Who cares?” Troy asked with a shrug. “Do you care, Aimee?”
“Doesn’t bother me one bit,” I said, grinning.
Rhett’s eyes widened and darted to me, that cheeky, flirtatious expression he usually wore returning. “Wait. Does that turn you on? The thought of watching us make out?”
“I didn’t say that…”
Rhett crossed his arms over his chest, flexing his muscles. “You can look at our bodies too. We don’t mind being objectified. That is not a boundary for us.”
“Definitely not,” Troy said, eyes dropping to Rhett’s flat stomach as he stepped a little bit closer. “Hell, next week we’re doing a kittens and firefighters calendar to objectify ourselves for a good cause.”
“And as our friend, your entertainment is also a good cause, Aimee.” Rhett seemed to have forgotten about his shock. He turned, moving so he was standing inches away from Troy, staring up at him with a curious look in his eyes.
It was then that I remembered that Rhett would do anything on a dare. “Guys—”
“You barged into our apartment and insisted. We can’t deny you.”
I blinked. “Did I insist, though? Really?”
They were ignoring me now, staring intensely into each other’s eyes. “You’re so chivalrous, Rhett. It’s very respectful to do exactly as the lady requests.” Troy closed the last little bit of space between them, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip like an invitation.
My heart hammered against my ribs as Troy’s large hand came up to cup the back of Rhett’s neck, his thumb brushing over the short hair there. Rhett looked a little nervous.
“I’ve never kissed a guy,” he whispered.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I have.” Troy tilted his head and leaned in.
Their lips met, and the world stopped.
It wasn’t the awkward, close-mouthed peck I’d expected. Troy kissed Rhett like he meant it, his lips moving with confident pressure. For a second, Rhett stood stiff, clearly surprised. Then something broke open in him, and he melted against Troy with a soft whimper that shot straight between my legs.
Rhett’s arms came up, wrapping around Troy’s waist and sliding under his shirt, revealing a strip of dark skin above his jeans. Troy made a low sound in his throat, his hand tightening in Rhett’s hair as he deepened the kiss.
I couldn’t look away. Couldn’t breathe. Troy’s other hand slid down to grab Rhett’s ass, and Rhett moaned into his mouth. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen—Troy dominating the kiss, Rhett surrendering to it, both of them forgetting I was even there.
Troy backed Rhett against the kitchen island, pressing their bodies together as his tongue parted Rhett’s lips. Rhett’s fingers splayed across Troy’s back, pulling up his shirt further to reveal the defined muscles underneath. The two of them moved against each other with a hunger that couldn’t possibly be performative.
The wet sounds of their kiss filled the kitchen, punctuated by their increasingly ragged breathing. Troy’s hand slid from Rhett’s neck down his chest, fingers grazing over a nipple, making Rhett gasp and arch against him. They weren’t just kissing anymore—they were devouring each other, communicating something neither had been able to say in words.
Heat bloomed across my skin as I watched them. This wasn’t happening for my benefit anymore. They’d forgotten I was here, lost in exploring each other with an intensity that suggested this wasn’t the first time they’d thought about it.
I cleared my throat loudly, the sound shattering the moment like glass.
They jumped apart, breathing hard. Rhett’s lips were red and swollen, his cheeks flushed crimson. His hair stuck up where Troy’s fingers had been, and his eyes were dazed, pupils blown wide with desire.
