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“I’ll think about it, but no promises.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” I repeat.
Then, I finally, reluctantly, crawl off him and stand up beside the bed. While I’m looking for my clothes, I tell him, “I guess it goes without saying that you can’t tell anyone about this.”
“Looks like you thought it needed to be said.”
“What? Oh. Right,” I mutter in understanding as I find my clothes folded neatly on the dresser. It’s a small thing, but no woman ever did that for me after sex. It makes me feel respected in a way I like but don’t understand. “So, we’ll keep it between us and, ah, Jordan? Since you told him we kissed.”
“He pried that out of me.”
I have to look around for my shirt when it’s not in the pile. I remember Thane putting it on earlier before I yanked it off him. Why do I keep undressing him? It’s not necessary for my pleasure; it’s just…I like looking at him, seeing every inch of him. Seeing him naked makes my dick happy.
Holy shit.
I am gay. Or bi. Whatever the term, I like rolling around naked with Thane.
I look back at him just as he rolls over, flashing me his ass, which is still red from my fingers digging into it.
“Here’s your shirt.” He tosses it to me. And before I put it on, I can’t help but notice that he’s staring at my bare upper body like he enjoys the sight too.
I finally slip my shirt over my head, noticing it smells like Thane’s bodywash. “So you don’t mind Jordan knowing about us?” he asks me. It takes me forever to get my brain to stop thinking about his ass and try to have a conversation with him.
“Yeah, Jordan’s great. I mean, he won’t say anything to anyone. He figured out there was something going on between us that afternoon you came by the shop. Well, mostly, he overheard you offer to suck my dick.”
“Right. Should’ve known he would eavesdrop,” Thane says with a good-natured smile as he continues to lie in bed on his side uncovered, still longways instead of with his head on a pillow. “So, you talk to him about me?”
“Maybe.”
“It’s fine. As long as I can talk to him about you.”
“Why would you talk to him about me?” I ask as I slip on my boots but don’t tie them since I’m heading straight to the shower.
“Because there’s nobody else I can tell!”
Oh, right. “Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Thanks for last night,” I tell him as I walk toward the door and grab the knob, which easily turns. The damn door wasn’t even locked, making my heart rate go into overdrive.
“Thanks for this morning,” he calls back, and I can hear the grin in his voice before I look at him over my shoulder. He’s still beautifully naked other than the small bandage on his side, one arm propping up his head, his dick standing at full attention again. I lick my lips at the thought of putting him in my mouth, wondering how much of his big dick I could take…
God, when did I start fantasizing about blowing guys?
Well, not any guy. I’ve just wanted to do things with this particular man ever since the first time I saw him.
Gay at first sight? Is that even a thing?
Forcing my feet to leave, I step into the hall, pulling the door closed behind me, and come face-to-face with another man. It’s not Barrett, though. This man is tall, lean, and white-haired.
Holy hell. My dad is home. And he’s frowning down at me in that disappointed way I’ve always hated.
“What are you doing here?” I exclaim.
Lifting a gray eyebrow, he says, “Last time I checked, my name is on the deed.”
