Page 33 of A Match Made In Evan
He sniggers. “I know. And it’s adorable.”
“I swear to God, you can get out of my house if you’re just going to mock me.”
“Baby, have youeverhad a blow job you hated? Like, even your first one? When Michelle Parker used her teeth?”
I wince at the memory. I’d still come all over her face —accidentally— when I was pulling away from those very same teeth. So sue me, the wet suction of her mouth was still pretty damn amazing and…oh.
“You’ll be fine,” Ev nods, as if reading my mind. “And if you hate giving head, that’s okay, too. We can buy toys and find what works and what doesn’t.”
“And you’d be okay with that?” I can’t help double checking. “A life without getting head? A life without fucking someone? A life withoutbeingfucked.”
“Yep,” he nods, then grins. “Toys, James. Toys, and lube, and coming in every other way with the man I love.” His expression slackens with surprise, and he blushes a little. “Huh. I’ve never said it out loud before. Not like that.” He cocks his head. “I love a man.Wow.”
“Is reality kicking in now? You finally going to have a panic attack-slash-identity crisis? Because I’ve been having one for twenty-odd years.”
Laughing softly, he shakes his head. “Yeah, nah,” he answers. “Just…kinda’ hit me. Putting it like that. Hearing myself say it.” Then he leers. “And you’re still not naked.”
I roll my eyes, but move to sit up so I can tug my shirt over my head. I’m just about to chuck it on the floor when there’s a knock at my door, causing both me and Ev to freeze.
“Mia?” I ask, as if it could possibly be anyone else.
“Yeah,” her voice is tentative on the other side. “Um. Are you…uh…I thought I heard voices.”
I lock eyes with my best friend (my…boyfriend?) and see my thoughts mirrored on his face.
Shit.
Chapter Twelve
Evan
This is not how I imagined telling Mia that our fake relationship isn’t quite so fake anymore…if it ever was to even start with. I don’t think James is ready yet, either, and I smooth my hands over every part of him that I can reach, trying to calm him down. I press my index finger to my lips, conveying that I can be quiet, and then I slide my phone from my hip pocket and waggle it between us.
“You’re on the phone,” I mouth.
His kiss-swollen lips part into a perfect ‘O’ shape. I suspect my plan tofinallyfeel them wrapped around my dick has been foiled by his kid. Who knew sixteen-year-olds were such cockblockers?
He clears his throat and raises his voice towards the door, answering, “Yeah, uh, I’m on the phone. To Ev.”
“Oh,” her voice is slightly muffled. “Okay.” There’s no shuffling or stomping of feet to indicate that she’s walking away yet. A moment later, she says, “It’s a bit late, isn’t it?”
I glance down at my phone screen. It’s only ten. We’re not geriatrics.
“We’re not in our seventies yet,” Jay calls back with a laugh, and it makes me smile becausehoware we so in sync with each other? “But it’s definitely your curfew.”
There’s a temperamental teenaged “Ugh” from the other side of the door, before Mia says, “Fine.” Then, less moody, she adds, “Night, Dad. Love you.”
Aww. My heart goes all gooey for a moment.
“Night, Mimi,” Jay calls after her. “Love you, too.”
With the sexy vibes well and truly dissipated, I collapse onto the mattress beside James and tug him against me for a cuddle. I press my lips to his blonde head and allow tonight’s events to just wash over me.
When I let myself in, determined to rip the Band-Aid off and tell him how I’ve been feeling, I feared the worst-case scenario: that he would be weirded out by my very sudden, very unexpected (well, maybe not so unexpected, considering I’ve enjoyed sucking his cock) declaration of coming out and of loving him as more than a friend. I thought maybe he’d want to call off the relationship and ask for some space. I thought it might just be the event to put strain on our otherwise unbreakable friendship.
I am so glad that I was wrong.
I can’t say I’m entirely surprised that my worst-case fears didn’t eventuate. Jayhasbeen right there with me as we ‘helped each other out’. He’s kissed me and jerked me off and, like I saidearlier, straight men probably aren’t going to be as into that as Jay and I have been.
