Page 62 of The Boyfriend Gamble

The song ended, and a ballad by my favorite rock band, Grindstone, started playing.

“Oh, this is a much better song.” Clearly on impulse, she kissed my cheek. “Thanks.”

Before I could respond, she was heading back up the hill toward the house.

Follow or trust she’ll grab that water and call her mother?

I hadn’t demanded she hand me her cup. Speaking of… I spotted a spruce tree and decided a little alcohol wasn’t going to damage it. On that thought, I poured the dregs of both of the drinks on the tree, found a bag for recycling, and put the cups in it. I was just about to head back to the house to call a cab—having decided I wasnotgoing to get lucky tonight—when a body pressed against mine.

For an instant, I panicked—thinking Goldie had changed her mind.

Then, oddly, I relaxed.

The body was almost certainly male. Strong, angular, and with a very interested cock poking my ass.

I didn’t panic. I wasn’t gay, but I wasn’t homophobic either.

“So, if I offered to suck your brains out through your cock right now, would you be interested? You ever swing my way?”

My entire body wracked with a shiver. Not of revulsion, but of dire curiosity. “Never... but I'm not homophobic. My best friend swings your way. I've always been interested in what it is he's so into. I've been wanting to try for a while.”

Kade was gay. Always had been and always would be.

His husband Tanner had come out later, but he was also very gay. The two had been married almost a year and had a baby with special needs whom they’d adopted back in April. She would be a year old on Christmas Day.

And none of that was relevant, but that was what flashed through my mind.

My best friend would be laughing his ass off if he even knew I was considering this. “I’m a little drunk.”

“Oh.” The hand on my hip loosened.

I grabbed it and put it back. “I didn’t say I wasn’t interested.”

“Consent’s a thing.” He whispered the words in my ear. Judging by that, he was likely an inch or two over my own five-ten.

Breathe. “You think we won’t be seen?”

“I know a place in the woods. Super private. And you can be quiet, right?”

My cock, previously interested, perked right up to full attention. “If I need to be.” The truth was, I’d never had a blow job. I’d never requested it of my few sexual partners. All women.Trying something once is an adventure. You’ll get a blow jobandyour first gay experience.

Likely my only one, but I wanted to know, for just a moment, what Kade got out of his relationship with Tanner. Well, the sexual stuff. Emotionally, I would never question why they were together. “Yeah. Let’s do this.”

He shifted so he could grasp my left hand in his right, and he tugged me away from the bonfire and the rowdy university students.

I winced at the fact I’d thought I might find a woman to hook-up with. As soon as I’d realized everyone was barely legal, I should’ve bailed.Have you asked the age of the guy who’s leading you into the forest? And isn’t this what serial killers do?“Uh, how old are you?”

He didn’t turn, just kept leading us.

Pointing a flashlight at our feet.

“Okay, and why do you have a flashlight? Were you planning to, I don’t know, lure someone into the woods?”

He chuckled. “Only you. Watch the branch.”

I did.

Barely.

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