Page 1 of Good Friends
Chapter One
Well, shit.
Porter Hutchinson wasn’t a man usually given to flights of fancy. But as he sat at the Toucan Resort’s tiki bar with Ron and listened to him recount the men’s story, Porter realized the deep-seated fantasy he’d clung to for a while now, close to a year, would have to be permanently shelved.
That’s really for the best, anyway.
On the one hand, the thrill that had flared inside him upon spotting Ivan from across the resort’s pool courtyard had shocked him in its intensity. It’d been a year since his first and only encounter with Ivan, and he hadn’t seen him there at the resort since.
On the other hand, immense relief had flooded in on its heels, that Ivan was alive and well.
Immediately to be followed by borderline crushing disappointment.
Which…that was then tempered by more relief, because it meant that avenue was neatly and permanently closed and left no loose ends.
Except…
Sigh.
Right now, Ivan had been sent up to their room by his husband, Ron, to put on clothes and grab Ron a shirt so they could all go eat dinner in the hotel restaurant.
The men weren’t only married—they were fathers. It also looked like Porter had narrowly missed getting caught up in what could’ve been a very messy and entangled situation had Ivan taken him up on his offer to get to know him better after their one incredibly hot and sexy evening together.
Ron had just magnanimously offered to buy Porter dinner as athank youfor how Porter had treated Ivan back then.
And Ron gave Porter his phone number, while extending an invitation to come down to Sarasota to the BDSM club there.
That they would introduce Porter around, including to some friends of theirs with excellent matchmaking records.
That was an offer Porter was giving serious consideration to taking, since it looked like Gavin had apparently decided to drop off the face of the fricking earth.
Ivan didn’t do bad, either. Not at all. Ron was totally rocking the Viking vibe—six-four, broad-shouldered, blond, blue eyes. Handsome guy.
The kind of guy who looked like he could put a hurting on someone if they fucked with Ivan.
Also the kind of guy who looked like he’d done a lot to help heal Ivan’s soul, thankfully.
Blue eyes that uncomfortably reminded him of someone else—thoughts of whom he immediately shoved away in this moment.
When Ivan returned, now wearing denim shorts and a T-shirt instead of the Speedo he’d had on, and handed Ron a T-shirt so they could dine in the resort’s restaurant, Porter recognized the sweet look on Ivan’s face as he waited on Ron to don the shirt.
There was nothing short of total love and adoration for his hubby brightly shining in Ivan’s green eyes. Plus, Ivan wore a contented smile that had been painfully absent when Porter had his encounter with him.
Well, fuck.
Not that Porter wanted kids. He never did. His two ex-girlfriends, fortunately, never caught pregnant, although he hadn’t been with either of them very long. Just long enough with each to make it painfully clear to him that he was definitely gay and not even remotely bi.
Much to his own parents’ dismay…and disgust.
Ron and Ivan now had three beautiful infant daughters between them, and were obviously devoted fathers.
So much for those fantasies.
All throughout dinner, which Porter enjoyed, he could clearly see the bond between the men. Ron was anything but an asshole—which made it difficult for Porter not to like the guy.
It was just a fickle quirk of timing, of circumstances.
Of Fate.
