Page 3 of Perfectly Wrong
“I’m eighteen. I’m officially an adult.”
“I’d say technically more than officially.”
Tristan grins. “Well, either way, I’m legal.”
“Good news to anyone interested in you.”
“Not you?”
My brow creases. “I’m like fifteen years older than you.”
“And?”
“And we’re men. How do you know I would be interested in you anyway?”
“I’m pretty good at knowing. Besides, my dad doesn’t have straight friends.”
“Fair.”
“Then it’s okay for you to be interested in me.”
I raise my eyebrow. “How did we get there? Because you’re eighteen?”
“Yep.” He steps closer to me. “You are fucking incredible, Bishop. I bet you could teach me a lot.”
I know I could. “Anyway, let’s get this beer inside.”
“One thing first.”
“What?”
“I leave in two days. I could come over to your place. You could fuck me blind, and then I’ll be gone for four years.” Hishand slides down my chest and rests on my dick. He squeezes gently, keeping his eyes locked on mine as if taunting me, but I refuse to flinch. “No strings. Just some fun. Think about it.”
I remove his hand. “You’re a cocky little shit, aren’t you?”
Tristan smiles. “I’m not that little. Want to feel?”
“Aren’t you worried I could tell your father you’re coming on to me?”
“Nope. I don’t even care, but I don’t think you will anyway.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because then I’m not an option anymore, and right now, you’re still thinking about it.”
I shake my head. “Your confidence is amusing, but you’re wrong. There’s at least three reasons why I would never touch you.”
“But there’s at least one reason why you would. I’m counting on that reason.”
“Which is?”
“You’re attracted to me. I can see it in your eyes, but even better, I can feel it. It can be our little secret.”
“Whatever, Tristan.”
“If you don’t want to fuck, you could let me suck you off. I’m very good at it. So I’ve been told.”
I turn away, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment. “We’ve really been out here too long.”
