“Is he not seeing that guy…what’s his name?” Caleb asks.
“Jaxon,” I pipe up.
“Yeah, that’s the guy.”
Tatum sighs. “They’re buddies. And a bunch of straights.”
“Keeg’s straight,” Caleb says. “Jaxon’s bi. Also, why did you say straight like that? One of your friends happens to be a straight.”
“Eh, I guess we’re still hoping it’s a phase.”
Caleb sneaks me a smirk in the rearview mirror. “Well, it might help me with my sex life.”
“Hey, that’s queerphobic,” I snap.
Caleb’s expression twists up. “How is that queerphobic?”
“You’re saying the queer guys are a bunch of whores.”
“No…I’m saying these two queer guys in the car with me are whores.”
Tatum turns to me, shrugging because…yeah, we do like to fuck.
Tatum’s gaze shifts quickly. “Whoa.”
“What?” I ask, figuring I might’ve gotten some of the Hot Pockets I shoved down my throat for lunch on my pants, but it’s just my erection.
“Speaking of whores, Caleb, you might have to pull over. I need to drain Miles real quick.”
It’s clear he’s joking, but I say, “Fuck off,” way too seriously.
“Ooh, someone’s in a mood,” he says.
He’s not wrong. Still, I insist, “No I’m not,” earning a playful glare.
I’d be a lot less moody if this dick was inside Dax. What am I saying? I was just in him this morning. How much ass could I possibly need?
Although, I know it’s not just ass I want.
It’shisass.
When we reach the hotel where the auction is taking place, Caleb parks, and there’s a line outside.
“It’s never this busy,” Caleb observes as we’re heading through the parking lot.
He’s right. Since they started this thing a few years ago, it’s steadily grown, but this is by far the biggest turnout they’ve had.
Fuck, my stomach is in knots. I’m starting to wonder if we made a bad batch of pancakes this morning, which is hard to believe because they were so damn good.
As we approach the line, Caleb leads us over to a small group of Zeta Taus and Phi Lambdas. I recognize one of the guys—he’s the sort you can’t miss. Six feet something, fit, blond, and blue-eyed. The sort of guy who could tell any goddamn awful joke, and everyone will put on a production worthy of the drama department as they laugh like he’s God’s gift to humankind. As if reading my mind, his crew suddenly breaks into laughs, and I hate to admit they seem genuinely impressed with him.
Hotandwith a sense of humor? Nah. Not buying it.
“Hey, Brady, what’s up?” Caleb fist-bumps the guy.
“Not much. Just looking forward to checking out the guys.”
Oh, maybe he’s cooler than I assumed.
