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He wants me to finish the thought. I don’t have one that goes any farther without taking us somewhere I can’t go.

“So maybe I want it to stay like that.”

Nolan’s grip loosens. “What? You want to be exclusive? You want to be my boyf⁠—”

“We’re hooking up.” I get the words out before he can finish that one. “I’m figuring this out. Just between the two of us.”

Boyfriend isn’t a bigger version of what we’re already doing. A boyfriend is real. It means this isn’t one man I want for reasons I haven’t figured out. It means I’m bi, or whatever else everyone will decide it means, and then it follows me out of this room.

I want Nolan. I’m not answering anything beyond that tonight.

He opens his mouth, and I step into him before he can ask for something I don’t have. My hand closes around the back of his neck. His breath catches against my lips, then I kiss him.

For half a second he holds himself stiff. I pull him away from the door and kiss him harder, pushing my tongue into his mouth until his hand leaves my chest and catches my shirt at the waist.

“Just the two of us,” I say against his mouth.

Nolan looks at me. Whatever he was going to say is still there, but his grip tightens. “Okay.”

I kiss him again.

His mouth opens immediately this time. Beer and Nolan are on his tongue. He catches my jaw with both hands and gives back everything I do to him, kissing until our teeth knock and my mouth starts to hurt.

Our cocks grind together through our pants. Nolan is still hard enough to make the front of his trousers strain, and when I put my thigh between his, he rubs himself against it without breaking the kiss. I grab his ass and pull him harder onto me. The sound caught in his throat makes me bite his lower lip.

My hands go under his shirt. I drag it up, and Nolan lifts his arms just long enough to get rid of it before he reaches for mine. His shirt hits the floor behind us as we stumble toward the bed.

I get his belt open. His fingers fight with the buttons of my shirt while I shove his pants down far enough to take his cock in my hand. It’s hot and damp from what I did to him in the car. One pull over the head makes his knees flex.

“You left me like that on purpose,” he says.

“Yeah.”

His eyes darken. “Asshole.”

I stroke him again, slower, then take my hand away before he can push into it. His pants catch around his shoes. Nolan kicks free of both while I strip off my shirt, and he comes back at me naked.

His hands land on my belt. I put my mouth against the side of his neck and bite down where the collar of his shirt will cover it tomorrow.

“Fuck.” His hips push into mine while he gets my pants open. “You planning to leave teeth marks everywhere?”

I look at the red shape on his skin. “Maybe.”

Nolan pulls my cock out and squeezes. Pleasure kicks through my stomach, sharp enough that my teeth close on his shoulder this time. He laughs once, breathless, and strokes me harder.

I catch his wrist and pull his hand away. “Bed.”

He backs up until his calves hit it, watching me while I get the rest of my clothes off. Ink curls over his shoulder and down his side. His cock stands hard against his stomach, the head wet enough to shine.

Nolan sits, then scoots backward across the white cover. I follow him onto the mattress and catch his ankle before he gets far. My mouth closes over the inside of his calf. He jerks, but I hold his leg and work upward, biting the muscle below his knee and the softer skin of his thigh.

“You are fucking weird tonight,” he says.

I push his legs apart. “You coming with me anyway?”

“Yeah.” His voice catches when I bite the inside of his thigh.

I put both hands on his hips and drag him closer. His ass slides to the edge of the mattress, and I kneel between his legs. The position gives me all of him: his cock leaking over his stomach, the dark ink along his ribs, his chest rising too fast while he waits to see what I’ll do.