Page 41 of The Boyfriend Gamble

I rose, removed my kneepads, and went in search of Felix.

As predicted, the bedroom was done, and the soft, muted gray looked amazing.

Felix sat in the center of the room, flipping through Josie’s design book.

“Hey, what’s up?”

He glanced up at me. “I don’t know. Something feels…off.”

Feeling awkward as hell, I decided to sit across from him. “Talk to me.”

After a moment, he flipped to a page near the back, and spun the book to face me. I frowned. “I don’t get it.” An arch of flowers was backdropped by a forest. In the foreground, what was clearly a minister, and a groom stood. “Okay, so this is how she envisions her wedding.”

“Okay, but wouldn’t you think, I don’t know, that the bride would be in the picture?”

“Well, you’d think. But isn’t there some superstition about the groom seeing the dress before the wedding?”

Felix snickered. “You see Josette as a traditionalist?”

I cocked my head. “In some respects, yes. Like I believe she believes in ‘til death do us part.” I rubbed my nose, a little itchy from the plaster dust. “I think she’ll make a brilliant wife. Just like I think you’ll make a great husband.”

Another snicker.

Annoyance rose within me and my chest tightened. “You don’t think you’ll make a great husband? You’re kind, compassionate, and caring. You defend the weak and stand up to bullies. You protect those around you. Finally, you’ve seen the darker side of life, and yet you still have a positive attitude. It takes courage to keep going after a tragedy—”

Felix closed the book, moved it to the side, turned back to me…and lunged.

I caught him, because he was a lightweight, but momentum had us crashing to the ground. I didn’t hit my head, but that was sheer luck. Before I could ask what was going on, Felix’s mouth descended on mine. I could’ve stopped him, of course. Could’ve made a joke. Or even forcefully pushed him off. I didn’t, of course.

Because I wanted him apparently as much as he wanted me. I opened my mouth to welcome his tongue. He grasped my hair in his fists while I adjusted our bodies so they aligned. So I could feel his hard cock pressing against my own burgeoning erection. Okay, so at least I knew he could get it up. I’d sort of started to worry because he never appeared physical with Josie. As he continued to tug my hair and frot against me, I had no doubts left. I grabbed his perfect ass to hold him in place as I canted my hips so I could push up against him.

He pulled away, but only enough so he could meet my gaze. “Please, I need…”

I waited, but he didn’t finish the sentence. Which was, for me, the deciding factor. If he couldn’t articulate what he wanted, I certainly wasn’t going to try to give him something that might not be what he intended. Very slowly, I eased him off me.

He made a sound low in his throat.

A moan? A whine? A whimper? Although I was uncertain, I wasn’t going to seek clarity either.This is so very wrong. I pushed him off me. Maybe with a touch more strength than I should have as he plopped onto the floor.

This time, he didn’t make a sound.

I rose, standing over him and pointing. "You're gay, and you're going to marry my sister anyway? You're going to break her heart." The words lanced through me. I’d do anything to shield my sister. She drove me nuts and brought out every protective instinct within me. Usually at the same time.

Felix scrambled to his feet. "No. But she's planned our life out for twenty years. If I don't go through with the wedding, that will break her heart. And what about our moms? What are they going to feel? I will just marry Josette and pretend everything is fine. We'll have kids, and she'll be happy, and so will I."

Anger roiled through me. Against my better judgment, I stepped into Felix’s space. Without warning, I snagged his erect cock and squeezed.

None too gently.

He whimpered.

I gazed into his dark eyes. “You ever get hard like this for my sister? You ever want to take her to bed and ravish her? Or, fucking hell, even just make sweet love to her? Hell, Felix, have you ever kissed her?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The answer was written right across his features. No, he hadn’t done any of those things. Nor had he ever felt the urge to. That was plain as day.

I removed my hand from his cock.

He pressed a hand to his chest. “I want to love her. Hell, I do love her. Just…not inthatway. I’ve never…” His cheeks flushed scarlet.

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