Page 104 of The Blame Game

Even if it was at the risk of learning way too much about his teammates’ love lives.

Matty grinned. “Well, on our wedding night, Antoni ate liqueur-filled chocolates off my body. That was pretty hot.”

“That sounds … sticky to me.”

“Yeah.” Matty let out a rueful laugh. “And I’m kinda hairy so we had to shower after. Oh! But then he taught me what rimming is and let me tell you, that shit is awesome.”

“Rimming,” Nico said with a wistful sigh. “God, it’s the best. Auggie has the longest tongue, I swear.”

Dom rubbed his hands over his face. Yep. He regretted this.

Matty continued. “And then the next day … or maybe the day after, I can’t remember now, he bent me over the kitchen island and fucked my ass—not like inside but the cheeks—using olive oil for lube.”

Jordan sprayed iced tea across the table.

“Eww,” Dom said, brushing some of the liquid off his shirt and glaring at him.

Sorry, Jordan mouthed.

“Wait, was the eww for Jordan or me?” Matty asked, frowning.

“Jordan,” Dom explained. “Because I like this shirt. Although remind me never to eat in your kitchen again, Matty. Because that sounds very unsanitary.”

“You’ve eaten there like a dozen times since then.” Matty waved his hand as if to say it was unimportant. “So it’s too late now. Besides, we’ve cleaned.”

“Well, I would hope so,” Dom said, still a little grossed out. “And what is with you two and food?”

“I dunno. I’m very food motivated, I guess.”

“Tell me something we don’t know,” Dustin said drily.

“So, I’ve gotta ask,” Nico said and Dom internally groaned because he was pretty sure he was about to find out way more about Matty than he ever wanted to know. “You said Antoni fucks your cheeks but do you ever bottom? You’ve definitely got the ass for it, man.”

Matty made a face. “Not really. I mean, we’ve tried. I don’t love it. And I kept worrying that it was some weird hang-up of mine, you know? Like some stupid former straight guy thing where I think I’m less of a man for taking it—”

“Matty, you were always bi,” Dustin pointed out.

“No, I know that. But like … it’s different when you grow up thinking you’re straight and don’t figure it all out until way later,” Matty said earnestly.

“Amen to that,” Felix muttered.

“But I don’t think that’s it,” Matty continued. “I … I don’t like it much. Like a finger while he’s blowing me, sure. But anything beyond that just starts to feel not good and like, I want sex to feel good.”

“Yeah, fair,” Nico said. “I mean, I like to switch it up but I get that not everyone is as obsessed with variety as I am.”

“Tasha pegs me sometimes,” Jordan said.

This time, Dom was almost the one who sprayed his drink across the table. “Seriously?” he sputtered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Yeah, why not?” Jordan shrugged. “I mean, gay guys must be onto something. I’ve never been attracted to a man but I’ve got a prostate, so I figured why not see what all of the fuss is about.”

“And you liked it?” Nico asked, his eyes lighting up.

“Yeah, the last time we did it, I came so hard I thought my head might explode.” He grinned.

“Hell fucking yeah to that,” Nico said, fist bumping him. “Hot, man. I love that you weren’t afraid to get a little kinky with your girl.”

“Charlie wears lingerie and heels in bed sometimes,” Dustin offered.

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