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I rolled my eyes. “I’m not going to tell you details, Nev.”
“Why not?” he whined.
“Because!” I laughed. “It’s… private.”
“Ugh, I guess,” he muttered. “But it has happened again since that first time?”
“Um, yeah.” A smile crept back onto my face. “He’s come over every night this week so far.”
“He’s come over every night?” Nev echoed. He crunched down on a tortilla chip and thoughtfully added, “Huh.”
“What?” I immediately asked in reflex, then huffed and rubbed my cheek. “I hate it when you do that.”
“No, nothing,” he quickly said. “But, so… it’s just casual? Fuck buddies kinda thing?”
“Yep.” I leaned over to grab the glass off my nightstand.
“Are either of you going to sleep with other people while you’re doing it together?”
“He agreed not to.” I had a sip of water. “And it’s not like I date a lot anyway.”
“He agreed not to sleep with anyone else?” Nev reiterated, and I tensed a little as I waited for— “Huh.”
“Dude.”
“It’s just a reflex noise! It doesn’t mean anything. So you’re… cool with just casual sex?”
“I mean, yeah, it’s pretty perfect. It’s not like we’d want to date each other. He’d drive me crazy, and you know he’s allergic to relationships.”
“Yeah.” Nev went quiet for a moment. “Well, if you’re happy, I’m happy, bro.”
I grinned. “Thanks.”
“And if you want any tips about sex with a dude, just let me know,” he added cheerfully.
My belly dipped as I remembered Dan murmuring in my ear about wanting to eat my ass. The feel of his hard cock rubbing against me from behind. The thoughts that had raced through my head while he’d been stroking my dick.
I cleared my throat, heat rushing to my cheeks. “Well, actually…”
Chapter Thirty-Two
The Rolling Rimmer vs. High Lord Crossbody
Dan
“Fuck,” Vince barked as he once again fumbled the half nelson bulldog we were practising.
It was Thursday morning, and we were getting in a final rehearsal for our match later. We weren’t the main event this time, so there was a little less pressure, but we were all still acutely aware that our audience had grown substantially thanks to the pay-per-view.
I straightened, breathing hard, and rubbed my nape where he’d been gripping it tight, trying to throw me down. “It’s fine, man. You’ll get it.”
“You’re too fucking heavy,” he snapped, pacing in the ring and shaking his hands out irritably. He was in a foul mood. He hadn’t been when we’d started rehearsing, but he was struggling with this one move today and it was getting to him.
“You’ve thrown me plenty of times before,” I said easily, tugging my shorts higher on my hips. “We’ve got this.”
“Why are you standing around gossiping?” Hogbody barked from outside the ring, puffing on his cigar. “You want to fuck this up in front of a live audience later? Again!”
Vince muttered something under his breath in a seething voice as he stretched out his neck and stalked back to join me in the centre of the ring.
