“You’re fucking?” Jameson ignores me and sits down next to Travis at my kitchen table. “Since when?”
Travis seems to soften a little, the humor and bluntness gone, and he almost looks guilty. “Not long. I wasn’t sure if he’d want anyone to know about it.”
Glad we had that talk last night, but why the hell wouldn’t I want anyone to know? I’m an open book. Everyone knows that. I don’t hold back unless I have to. Which is why I didn’t say anything to Garrison about Trav and me.
“You’re bi?” Garrison sits next to me, asking carefully.
I shrug, still not sure about that part. I haven’t found myself attracted to any other guys, but honestly, I haven’t seen anyone but Travis since the first time I kissed those delectable lips. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” he asks me, his eyes narrowing. “But you like dick now?”
I shrug again, not sure how to answer that. But since Travis went with bluntness, I don’t think he’ll mind if I do too. “I like his dick. A lot.” I waggle my eyebrows at Travis. “A lot.”
He laughs at that, the action lighting up his entire face, but he stops when he locks eyes with Jameson, who doesn’t look amused. And then Jameson focuses on me. “So you’re just using him to get your dick wet? What is it, slow out there, Oakley?”
“First of all, fuck you,” I say calmly, but I’m a little pissed. Garrison and Travis tense, and I try to lighten my tone. “Second of all, I’m not using him at all. I like it. I like him. It’s fun.”
“It is,” Travis intercepts quickly, pulling Jameson’s gaze back on him. “It’s just a lot of fun. We’re just fooling around and having a good time. I’d think you’d be happy about that.”
Jameson looks conflicted. I know he’s protective of Travis, but he should know me well enough to know he doesn’t have to be. Not when it comes to Travis. “I am . . .” he says cautiously, eyeing me and then turning back to Travis. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Not possible,” Travis answers quickly, a little too quickly. I mean, I know there aren’t feelings involved. We talked about that, but damn. Maybe he could have a little worry that he might possibly fall for me. There’s no hint of that, though, as he talks to his best friend. “It’s fun, and it’s good. We’re friends.”
Friends.
I don’t know why I don’t like that, but I don’t.
“What about Ryan?”
I nearly growl at the mention of that little fucker, but I manage to swallow it. My eyes are drawn to Travis, waiting for his answer.
I almost forgot about his dream guy.
He shrugs, looking a little nervous now as he plays with his fork. “What about him? We aren’t dating. We barely talk. I’ve never even met him. This is separate from that.”
I don’t really like his answer, but what can I do? I knew the score going into this. He wants bigger things.
“Why are you two here? You didn’t answer earlier,” I ask, not wanting to hear or think about Ryan anymore at all.
“Coffee,” Garrison says as soon as Jameson seems to relax.
“Yeah, you’re always busting into our house. Thought we’d do the same when we realized we were out of coffee this morning,” Jameson says, his tone a little lighter now.
“Well.” I stand up and head to the cabinet to get two mugs out and bring them over to the table before grabbing the coffee pot. “You might want to knock from now on, unless you want an eyeful.”
I wink at Travis, who just blushes slightly and shakes his head, but he agrees. And I’m glad he doesn’t argue.
I know this isn’t going to last, but I’m still looking to get in as much naked time with Travis I can until it ends.
TWENTY
TRAVIS
“So, you and Oakley?” Jameson asks as we settle in his living room after we had breakfast at Oakley’s house and I went home to get dressed and take a shower. I’d have preferred to spend the day taking Oakley’s big dick, but I figured I probably owe my best friend a couple of hours.
It hasn’t felt great keeping this from him.
And I don’t expect him to be too happy about it at first. He’s protective, and I get that. I feel the same about him. And I was critical of him getting involved with Garrison at first, so I can’t be too upset about this.
“Yes. Oakley and me.” He’s just staring at me, and I huff. “Stop.”
He looks shocked, throwing his hands up and shaking his head, but he’s smiling. “I’m sorry. It’s crazy, though, right?”
“Crazy good,” I say, and he looks shocked and amused at the same time. But I can’t lie to him. The sex. Jesus fucking Christ. The sex. It’s so damn good. My entire body lights up, thinking about his big hands all over me. His mouth . . .
Okay, I need to stop this train of thought. My best friend is right next to me.
“Wow.” He’s grinning now. “It must be really good. You should see the goofy-ass grin on your face right now.”
I don’t doubt it. I can’t seem to help it.
“It is good.”
He settles back into the couch, and I do the same, getting comfortable. “But what about Ryan? I know you said it’s separate, but didn’t you want to eventually meet him? Go out on a date? Get that sexy little smart twink you’ve been lusting after since high school?”
I thought I knew exactly what I wanted back then. That I’d get the hell out of Kensley and everything I knew. Just to stick it to my parents, who never let me have anything else. But also because I craved something different.
And that would be so different from everything I knew growing up, when it was all jocks and farming.
Different from Oakley.
But now that I’ve had Oakley? I don’t know.
My mind is a mess, and I want to just brush it off, make it all go away. But Jameson won’t drop it. I know that. “It is separate from that. That’s nothing right now, but this thing with Oakley . . .” I don’t really know how to finish my thought.
“This thing with Oakley?” he prods further, wanting an answer I don’t have.
“It’s fun.” I settle on the same answer again. “I’ve never really just had fun, you know?”
He looks concerned. “I know. And if this is what you want, that’s great. But I don’t want you to get hurt.”
I cock my head to the side, telling him without words he’s crazy. “Oakley isn’t going to hurt me.”
“Look, I care about Oakley. He’s a good guy. I know that. And Garrison, I mean, they might as well be twins. So yeah, I’ve grown fond of him.”
“But?”
“But he does what he wants when he wants. And I’m worried he’ll get bored with this, and where does that leave you?”
I absently rub at the spot on my chest above my heart that’s aching as I think about it. I want to brush it off, say it wouldn’t bother me, but I’m not so sure. I may be getting into this a little too deep. “We both went into this knowing the score. Knowing it’s just sex. He was looking for something easy. I guess I was too.”