Page 10 of Researching the Pole

A nervous laugh bubbled out of me. “No one. I never dated. No time. And I just…I dunno. I was just busy.”

“Would you be interested if Marcus propositioned you?”

“What! No!”

“Because he’s a man?”

“I…uh…not that. I just don’t…am not into old men.”

He relaxed and dropped back onto the bed.

I couldn’t stop from blurting out. “You?”

“I am into men. But not old geezers.”

“You’re into…men?” My voice sounded embarrassingly high.

“Hmm. I am gay.”

Grant Reeves was gay?

“But all those girls in high school?”

A low laugh rumbled through his chest, and because we were squished like sardines, it traveled right through my body too.

“What about them?”

“You…I thought you would have tons of girlfriends.”

“Nope. Never. Always been gay. And like I told you, I had someone in my heart.”

“Since high school?”

“Yeah.”

He fell silent after that. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. Soft snores soon filled the room. The sound of Grant sleeping beside me was oddly soothing.

Someone since high school.

He was gay.

What did it all mean?

5

Chapter 5

Warm water cascaded down my body, running down my abdomen, parting around my hard cock, down my thighs and dissolving into the ocean.

I was floating in the Antarctic ocean. Something in the corner of my mind nagged me—the water temperature should be frigid, I shouldn’t be naked—but the sensation of strong hands caressing all over my body made me forget that little discrepancy. I looked down to see veined, masculine hands grabbing my waist, steadying me from floating out into the open waters.

All around me, vivid ocean life danced. Bright sea stars and hordes of krill passed through as I threw my head back to look. My cock leaked precum. I watched as the droplets floated away. My dick twitched, desperate to be touched. Those strong hands slowly moved down my thigh. Teased me mercilessly.

I was so warm, so comfortable, water lapping gently at my exposed skin. I needed just a bit more. I thrust up, arching for contact, hungry to be wrapped in those steady fingers. Fingers that had zipped me up in my diving suit, hands that had caught me from toppling off the boat. I knew those hands. But they stubbornly stayed away. Just out of reach. Rubbing up and down my thighs, back to my stomach, but never touching me where I needed so badly.

I moaned and cried out his name.

“Adrien… Adrien, wake up.” A hoarse voice was calling out to me. My eyes slowly opened, my brain grinding through molasses in my lust haze. A pair of icy blue eyes, irises blown wide, were staring at me.