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I was a perpetual fuck-up. Everyone knew that. A man who only knew one way to solve his problems, and it wasn’t by talking them through. So in what world did I think that I would end up with someone as good and smart as Gavin?
Fucking delusional, that’s what I was. I’d taken one look at Gavin last night and my brain short-circuited. The only thought left behind was that I needed to touch him, needed to make him mine.
Well, congratulations to me. I’d done such a great job of claiming him that I couldn’t seem to think about anything else.
I shook my head, disgusted with myself all over again. I was so screwed. I could still see Gavin staring up at me, telling me I wasn’t a hopeless cause, and for a second there I’d almost believed him—until I realized the reason he’d been in that bed with me last night was because I’d snatched him out of the arms of his date.
Yeah, I wassucha stand-up guy. But all’s fair in lust and war, right? Not my fault Trevor the Tool was exactly that—and now here I was justifying my shitty behavior.
Oh well, it wasn’t like Gavin didn’t know who he was getting into bed with. I was a selfish prick—everyone knew that. It wasn’t like anyone actuallyexpectedme to do the right thing. So why should I, when everything inside me was screaming to take just a little more? To enjoy Gavin why he still looked at me like I hung the fucking moon?
My phone buzzed in my pocket just in time to stop my spiraling thoughts, and when I pulled it out and saw Gavin’s name and a message on my screen, I put my cigarette between my lips and slid it open.
GAVIN:
Lunch will be up any minute now. Unless you’re hungry for something else, because that’s UP right now.
My dick jerked at the image that brought to mind, and I pictured Gavin as he’d been sprawled out across my bed last night, naked and hard for me.
Fuck.I was in way over my head here. I didn’t know how to do this back-and-forth shit. How to flirt and be sweet and make him melt into a puddle with some sappy-ass reply.
So why did we bother sending out for food?
GAVIN:
You were hungry.
I had been, but hell, I would’ve passed on the food for another go around with him. Maybe I hadn’t been obvious enough.
For YOU.
Three little dots appeared, then disappeared, then a message with a picture of Gavin lounging in my bed in that red thong came up on the screen.
GAVIN:
Then what the hell am I doing here in your bed alone?
That was a good question. What the hellwasI doing sitting up here moping when he was down inourapartment with nothing but a scrap of red material covering his cock?
Was I selfish? Yes.
Would I end up hurting him? More than likely.
Was that going to stop me from going down there and peeling that ridiculous excuse for underwear off him with my teeth?
Hell fucking no.
THIRTY-FOUR
gavin
I FINISHED OFF the last of the fruit plate that had been delivered along with several others Daire and I had demolished like a pack of heathens. But hey, I hadn’t worked up an appetite like that in, well, ever.
Daire watched me over the lip of his coffee mug. “Plans today?”
“Nothing set in stone.” I licked the juice from the orange slice off my finger. “Why?”
He shrugged. “Just curious.”
