Page 96 of The Boyfriend Gamble

He pressed himself against my neck. “I have somewhere more important to be. My dad—” He chuckled. “—would be happy for me. He might not understand about the gay stuff. That said, he was always fine with Kade and now Tanner as well.”

The gay stuff. “You’re bisexual. You still might find a nice woman to settle with and have kids.”

He froze. “I’ve never thought about that. Well, notnever. Just…a wife and kids has felt out of reach. Because they go together. Well, spouse and children. I know I couldn’t try to raise kids on my own. I look at Tanner and Kade, as well as Nita and Rohit…they’re all slammed and there are two parents. I can’t fathom doing it alone.”

“Yeah.”

He pulled back. “Have you thought about kids?”

“Hey, I’m only twenty-two.”Please believe me.

His brow creased for a long moment. Then he leaned forward to place a kiss on my lips. “You’ve got time.”

“So do you. Thirty-three isn’tthatold.”

He laughed. “Sometimes I feel I was born old.” Then he pressed a hand to my chest. “Do you want to take your shirt off?”

“What I want is to get naked with you.”

“That sounds…” He sighed. “I want that too.”

I cupped his cheeks. “Hand job? Blow job? Anal?” I said the last in jest and regretted it immediately. We barely knew each other. And yeah, my ex had nailed me on our second date, but look how that’d worked out—

“Yes.”

“Huh?”

He held my gaze. “I want…that is…I have lube and condoms.”

“Well, condoms make sense since you date. Prudence is your middle name. Lube helps when you’re jerking off.”

“Yes.” He appeared relieved, with his brow unfurrowing a bit.

A bit.

“I said I want you to take my ass. Is that something…? Does that appeal to you? Or me—” I almost said fucking. In my heart, though, I knew it would be so much more than that. No logic existed for how deeply I was falling for him. How I could so easily give myself to him entirely—without hesitation.

“You…?”

“Making love to you.”

His eyes shone. “That sounds nice. But, this first time, do you think I could…?” He ran his hand down my flank and settled on my hip.

I scooted closer, pressing my erection against his crotch while allowing his hand to slide down to my jeans-covered ass. “Yes. You can. I’d love it.” I pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m vers. You know what that means, right?”

“That you, uh…” He cleared his throat. “That you enjoy both positions.”

“Yep. Now my ex—”

His eyes darkened.

“—whom we willnotdiscuss…except to say he preferred topping, and I really enjoy bottoming. But I can certainly top. You need…” I tilted my head. “I think you need to try both ways. To figure out what you like. Unless you have an aversion to one or the other. Which is legit. An online friend of mine only wanted to wear tutus and get fucked. I completely respected that.”

Cameron smiled. “I’m not partial to tutus myself. But whatever floats your boat.”

I laughed. “Uh, not me. I’d love for you to, uh, make love to me.”

His pupils widened. “Yeah?”

---