Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Vince chuckled. “Yeah, babe. It was like that for me too.”
“It felt safe,” Colby said. “Safe because it was with you and you’re my friend, but also safe because we both want and don’t want the same things. We knew what it was—release, but without anything more behind it because we’re good friends. I hope that came out right.”
Damn. As soon as Colby said the words, they were like a jump-start to Vince’s system. “I get it. I feel the same.”
“Not just that. It was…exciting. Like brewing beer. I did something that felt good, something I wanted to do, not because it’s what’s expected of me, and not because it’s what my family or anyone else wants. I did it because I wanted to, and though it was new, somehow it felt like I was being more authentic to myself.”
For a reason Vince couldn’t explain, he liked the sound of that. Not because it was sex between them, but because he wanted Colby to have new experiences. He wanted him to figure out what he wanted or if he already had everything he wanted. And being a part of that himself was the best kind of high. “I like that. I’m glad I could help. And you’re right. It was fucking hot.”
The quietness that weighed down the room told Vince that Colby had more to say. The truth was, there was more Vince could say too, like the fact that it had been exciting for him too, and more so because it was with Colby. That if Colby wanted to continue to hook up, Vince would love that too. It was only his fear that kept him at bay, fear of fucking up and doing the wrong thing and losing what they had.
“I liked touching you,” Colby admitted, his voice like warm honey on a biscuit, and Vince had to bite back a groan.
“I liked touching you too.”
“We can…do more if you want. I don’t mean tonight, but whenever. If you’re not interested, I don’t want you to feel obligated, but—”
“Babe. Obligation is the last thing I feel at the thought of hooking up with you. I get hard just thinking about it. But I don’t want to lose what we have.”
“Why would we? We’re old enough to know better. Neither of us wants to fall in love with the other, and we don’t want a relationship. We don’t have to worry about the shit that comes with meeting other people. It’s kinda perfect. And if either of us decides it’s not working anymore, or you meet someone else, or hell, we just want to stop, we tell each other. As long as we’re open about it, I don’t see what could go wrong.”
It didn’t escape Vince’s attention that Colby spoke about them in terms of we except when it came to meeting someone else. If it hadn’t been obvious before that Colby was serious about never getting into a relationship again, it was now.
“I turned you on that much, huh?” Vince said playfully, wanting to keep the mood light.
“Eh, I’m hard up.”
Vince chuckled. “Asshole.” Really, he loved these moments with Colby, the simplicity of their relationship. “I guess I’m hard up for you too.” He rolled on top of Colby, looking down into his blue eyes. “How can I resist this mouth?” He kissed the edge of Colby’s lip, then tugged it gently with his teeth.
Colby’s arms went around him, one hand on the back of his head, pulling Vince forward to kiss him again. He guessed this was it. This was them agreeing to add sex to their friendship.
Vince hoped like hell he wasn’t making a mistake.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Colby
Colby woke up naked in bed with another man.
With Vince.
After Vince had rolled on top of him the night before, they’d kissed and laughed and touched. Eventually, they’d ended up naked, Vince rutting against him like he’d done in the bar restroom, only this time lying in bed. He never would have considered that just dry-humping a guy, feeling another dick against his own, could feel so incredible, but it had. So far, he was a fan.
“What’s the plan today?” Vince asked, groaning as he stretched beside him. The blanket covered his cock, but judging by the lump, he was hard. Colby turned toward him, studying his muscular chest, the muscles beneath his warm brown skin, and it made Colby’s cock fill too.
“We could do more exploring. I haven’t been to the Biltmore since I was a kid. And it’s a must for people who’ve never been to Asheville.”
“Then we’ll start there. After breakfast.” Vince rolled out of bed, casually strolling naked toward the bathroom, his hard cock bobbing as he went. Again, Colby’s dick pulsed with need. There was no doubting his queerness at this point, and like last night, he settled into bisexual. It’s what he knew and what made sense.