I frown at that. “Why the hell would I do that?” I stare at him, seeing he’s totally serious. “Has someone done that to you before?” Rage suddenly roars through me at that thought. No one deserves to be used like that, and I’d never do that. I don’t want him to be female. I know, without a doubt, he’s a man. That’s how he identifies, so that’s what he is and how I see him. A gay man.
What I identify as? I have no idea. Labels aren’t really that important to me, and I haven’t spent time stressing about it.
He shakes his head, clearly frustrated as he takes a step back away from me. “No. But it happens. And I’m not interested in that. Not at all.”
“Good,” I say honestly. “I wouldn’t want you to be. I know you’re a guy with a dick. One I’m actually hoping to get well acquainted with.”
He stares at me and stares some more. “Are you seriously that horny?”
The answer to that is no. I know I could go and get laid anytime I want. But this just seems too damn perfect. And it’s becoming sort of an obsession. I want this experience with Travis, whether I totally understand why I want it or not. Doesn’t matter to me. I just know I want it.
I’m attracted to Travis. The person. And I’m not wasting any time thinking about why that is. Maybe that makes me too simple, but I’ve always been simple. People worry too damn much about everything.
If something feels right, I just go with it.
And for whatever reason, this feels right.
“Just think about it, okay? I’m hot. You’re hot. We could be hot together.”
“But why?” he asks quietly.
See, that’s the problem with Travis. He’s an overthinker. A worrier by nature.
“Because I want to. Don’t you ever just go for what you want, Trav?”
He looks into my eyes, the sun starting to set behind him, his pretty lips parted just slightly. “Come by later.”
I grin at that, but he’s already turned and is walking toward his car. I jump into my truck, an excited feeling passing through me.
He’s going to give this a chance.
And I’m going to show him it’s not wrong to go after what you want when you want it.
TWELVE
TRAVIS
I told him to come by my place. What the hell was I thinking? This cannot happen. It’s completely and totally stupid.
I know that.
But also . . . goddammit, I want it.
Not Oakley specifically—although he is growing on me—but the chance to explore my sexuality. To get to touch and feel my way through it. To take my damn time, for once.
I couldn’t pass it up.
But using Oakley for this? Isn’t that just as bad as him hooking up with poor unsuspecting girls who sleep with him and think they’ll be the one to change the forever-bachelor bad boy?
I guess, since we both know it’s only physical, it’s okay. I mean, Oakley isn’t going to suddenly fall in love with me. That’s for damn sure.
I can’t believe I told him to come by.
Maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll get bored and move onto something else. It’s a possibility with Oakley.
When I hear the knock on my door, I lean my head back against the couch and nearly laugh because, of course, he couldn’t let it go. I sigh and stand up, heading to the door and pulling it open.
Oakley wastes no time waiting for an invitation and walks inside as I close the door behind him. When I turn around to face him, he’s already stripping his t-shirt off over his head and tossing it on the floor, going for the button on his jeans next.
“Oakley, what the hell are you doing?”
His hands stop as he tilts his head to the side in confusion. “Getting naked. That’s why I’m here, right?”
Jesus Christ. How does he make something so huge this simple?
“You don’t want to talk first?” My eyes are already tracking over every insane muscle of his torso. I mean, how the hell did he get that damn sculpted? His biceps are bigger than my thighs, and my thighs are not small. I participated in leg day plenty when I was playing sports.
“Why would we talk?” He looks honestly perplexed by this concept. “We’re hooking up, right? Both super horny. You’re waiting for your dream guy.”
He takes a step closer to me, and my heart starts to race. The words coming out of his mouth make sense, and holy hell, he is hot. Like unfairly fucking hot. It’s scrambling my brain. “It would just be sex. Just fooling around.”
“Exactly.” He stops a foot away, his tennis shoes literally touching my socked feet. “So why talk about it? We both know the score.”
That’s true.
“Okay,” I say, my voice as shaky as my hands. Is he really not nervous about this at all?
He just smiles and waggles his eyebrows at me in a ridiculous over-the-top way that’s far too damn charming. He undoes his jeans and pushes them down, kicking his shoes off in the process and leaving him in tight black boxer briefs and white socks. It should look ridiculous, but it’s only ridiculously hot.
I can do this. I want to do this. My eyes slide over his body, and I realize I haven’t moved. I’m just staring at him like an idiot.
“Get naked,” he says gently.
I swallow hard, my hands still shaking as I nod slowly and then remove my shirt. His eyes slide over my body, and an unexpected shiver goes through me from his perusal. From what I can tell, he likes what he sees. His tongue peeks out slightly to lick over his lips in a way I don’t think he even realizes he’s doing.
He takes a step closer to me, and my heart races. I’m really going to do this with Oakley Easton, who’s the exact opposite of everything I wanted in high school. The big, loud jock who can’t resist making a joke about everything. But also the man I’m now starting to realize is kind and funnier when he’s not putting on a show. Who makes me smile without trying.
I take a deep breath and push my jeans and underwear down in one quick motion. I bend down to pull my socks off and kick everything to the side, leaving me totally naked. My dick is hard and aching, pointing straight up, and already leaking.
There’s no part of me that doesn’t want this.
And Oakley moves closer, with a big grin on his face, before he pushes down his boxer briefs, freeing his cock that’s obscenely proportionate to the rest of his bigass body. He pulls his socks off too, leaving him also totally naked. We’re just standing in place, looking at each other.
His hands move to my bare hips, and I try to keep from jumping at the jolt of electricity racing through my entire body, but I think he saw my reaction. Either that or he’s having the same type of response.
He licks his lips again, his eyes moving down my chest and stomach and then lower. My dick eagerly twitches at his attention, and he looks down at me with awe in his eyes.
“We don’t have to do this,” I say quietly.
His eyes move back up to meet mine in annoyance but also with fiery lust as he drags his thumb over my lower lip. “They’re so damn soft.”
“I’m not a woman, Oakley.” I feel the need to remind him again.
I jolt, a hiss escaping from me as he wraps his big hand around my dick. “Really? I had no idea.” He strokes me slowly, and my head falls back slightly, panting breaths falling from my mouth.