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I grabbed my coffee, black and hot and strong enough to get me off, and sat down across from him at the kitchen table.
Neither of us talked while I downed the first cup of liquid salvation faster than I should.
“Brandon will be here in about an hour.” Adam never looked up from his work, as I went back to the pot for a second cup of coffee.
“Sounds good.”
We’d wanted to keep exploring the basement last night, but with only the four lights, it was difficult. Adam’s brother knew someone who had a lot of lighting equipment for cameras. Brandon had offered to bring everything over this morning, as long as we were kind to the equipment and let him see what we’d found.
“Put your balls away before then.” Adam’s delivery was flat, his eyes glued on his screen
I looked down and snorted in disbelief at the sight of my dick hanging out of my boxers. The coffee might need to be stronger. “Fine. I guess.” My sigh was exaggerated. I adjusted myself and leaned against the nearby counter.
“Should I be grateful you weren’t dreaming about Brooke?” Adam finally gave me his attention.
I quirked my lips. “Or disappointed you didn’t get to see the results.”
Adam and I met online a few years ago, when his then-girlfriend decided she wanted a threesome. He and I hit it off, but she was disappointed her bisexual boyfriend was making out with another man as much as he was with her.
That night soured their relationship, and a few months later, when his father passed away, she decided she didn’t want to deal with his grief.
He was better off without her in his life.
Adam and I had stayed good friends, with occasional benefits, but we made far better friends than anything else. Neither one of us was the long-term-romance kind of guy.
He was the ultimate wingman, though.
“I’m disappointed I didn’t get to see the results last night,” Adam teased.
“You and me both.”
“Do you want me to say it?”
To tell me,again,that I either needed to make a move for her or away from her? “No.”
He shrugged.
“Brooke’s not the kind of person either of us usually hooks up with. You heard her yesterday—modern dating is a little weird—plus you saw how bright red she got with that chair. With anything sexual.”
“Which you rarely fail to exploit.”
I stared at Adam. “Your point is?”
“It’s a bit elementary school. If you want to pull the pretty girl’s pigtails to tell her you like her, maybe follow it up by asking if you can fuck her at the same time.”
I sank in my chair and let out a long breath. “I know.” I couldn’t say why I kept fixating on Brooke. The challenge? Maybe. Or because she was different. Sweet. Smart. Sassy.
“Shit or get off the pot,” Adam said.
I wrinkled my nose. “You couldn’t have used a better phrase when it comes to sex?”
“I probably could’ve. Your reaction wouldn’t have been as fun.” He grinned and pushed back from the table. “I’m heading downstairs, to make sure we’re set for Brandon. Come find me when you have pants on.”
I hated to admit that Adam was right, mostly because that meant admitting I was wrong, but what was I doing with Brooke? Last night, pressed close to her back, hearing the soft whimpers and sighs she made with me barely touching her, and I’d been rock hard.
But a woman like Brooke wanted—deserved—long term. Only one partner. Ever? I couldn’t fathom. Pursuing my attraction to her would be about lust for me, and when it ended, I guaranteed she wouldn’t want to stay friends, the way Adam had.
So, no. I might keep flirting, I was who I was, and I’d definitely help her navigate the dating world if she was serious about taking me up on my offer, but I wouldn’t sleep with her. No matter how tempting the idea was.
