Page 37 of Big Rucking Disaster

“Consent’s a thing.” He pressed a kiss to my neck.

I’d specifically worn a T-shirt and sleep pants in deference to having a guest in the house. When I was alone, I preferred sleeping naked. “What am I consenting to?”

He stilled. “I guess…did I read this wrong? Are you not attracted to me? Because I’m sure as shit attracted to you.”

Again, I stilled. “Are you straight?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, that was my first thought too. I mean, I can look at Louella and thinkthere’s an attractive woman. I can look at you and thinkwhat would it be like to have my cock in his mouth? Or his cock in my ass? Or my cock in his—”

“Okay.” I actually laughed. “You’ve made your point very effectively.” And my cock was now straining under my sleep pants. “You’re serious?”

“I am. I think…” He blew out a warm breath that tickled my neck. “I think I’ve felt this way almost from the beginning. I found out you were gay, and unlike my reaction to knowing Isaiah was gay, which wasoh, cool…he plays professional rugby and he’s out, was, instead likeholy fuck, that guy is so hot and he must be having sex all the time.

I snorted.

“Hey…Isaiah, before Travis, did okay. Heck, I was always trying to set him up because I wanted him to be as happy as Roger was.”

No missing that he didn’t say as he was as well.

“Turned out, we were, uh, missing the mark.”

I turned my head to meet his gaze.

In the dull morning light, I still spotted bright-red cheeks.

He cleared his throat. “Isaiah’s a big guy. We kept trying to set him up with, well, guys who were about Travis’s size.”

“Okay.”

“Twinks.”

“Ah.”

“Turns out Isaiah prefers…”

Yep, puce was a color someone could turn.

“Isaiah’s a bottom?”

He cleared his throat again. “Yeah. Roger and me? We had no idea.”

“That’s not something all gay men advertise.” And I was vaguely curious how Isaiah’s teammates—and clearly his good friends—had figured out their, uh, miscalculation.

“So, like—” He rolled his eyes to the ceiling.

“Yes.” Because I wasn’t going to make this easy for him.

“Do you, uh…?”

“Johnnie?”

“Yep?”

“You need to look at me. If you want my naked cock anywhere near your body, we have to have this discussion.”

He stared at me, his dark-blue eyes even darker than usual. “You’re right.”

“I’m going to tell you something that might or might not blow your mind.” I paused for dramatic effect. “I’m vers.”

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