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All of a sudden, Butch was the one getting hot. “You havegotto be kidding me.” His breathing caught. “Me?”
No way was this happening. No fuckingway.
Christ, he was shaking.
Sol’s dry mouth called out for another drink, but he was on a roll and there was no going back now.
He needed to get the whole story out into the open.
Sol nodded. “So there I was, being shown around Salvation, and who should be standing by the paddock? My first goddamn crush.”
Butch’s face tightened. “And I blanked you.”
“Hey, how were you to know?” The last thing he wanted was for Butch to catch a case of the guilts. This conversation could lead them in different directions, sure, but that couldn’t be one of them.
“I can’t believe this,” Butch muttered. His eyes widened. “And the boss and Toby know?”
“Oh yeah.”
Butch stared at him. “I… I don’t know what to say.”
That wasn’t quite the response Sol had been hoping for.
He took a deep breath. “I’ve been with a lot of guys since I came out. Loved one of them. But I never forgot you.” He forced a chuckle. “Well, not quite. I hadn’t thought about you in years, and then, when I saw you…”
“Don’t tell me—you thought, ‘Damn, my taste in men got better as I got older. What the fuck did I ever see inhim?’”
There was no way Sol was about to let Butch indulge in a little self-deprecation.
“Not even close,” he murmured. Butch became so still, and Sol knew it was crunch time. “I thought you were even hotter than you were as a teenager.”
Butch blinked. “You’re yanking my chain, right?”
“Wrong.” Sol looked him in the eye. “I’m telling you the God’s honest truth.”
Breathe, damn it.
He was always so calm in a scene. That was his job, to keep his head, to be aware of the sub’s needs. But that same calm had deserted him in the wake of Butch’s reaction.
I need him to believe me.
No, it was way more than that.
He needed Butch towanthim.
“I think it’s time for that drink now,” Butch said with a rough chuckle that sounded a little forced.
“Good idea.” Sol opened the bottle and raised it to his lips.
“Hey, whatever happened to using a glass?” Butch retorted.
Sol’s heartbeat quickened. “I had a better idea.” He took a mouthful of bourbon, swallowed a little of it, then leaned over until his face was mere inches from Butch’s.
Dear Lord, his eyes were fuckinghuge.
Butch’s chest heaved. “What… what are you doing?” Then his lips parted, and Sol took that as a sign.
He cupped Butch’s nape, closed the gap between them, and kissed him, sharing the last of the bourbon. Butch’s lips were warm.
