Chapter 18

Anthony

“He says he can’t go,” Dave says after Jon asks what kind of bait I plan on using for the fishing trip.

“Can’t go?” Jon rejects it with a shake of his head. “You have to go.”

“Doesn’t want to go on the cruise either,” Dave adds.

Jon and Cooper glare at me while I glare at Dave.

“I never said I didn’t want to go. I haven’t been at GMQ long, so I don’t have enough days to take off for an entire week,” I explain as we walk across the boardwalk to the midway games.

“Call in sick with the flu,” Cooper offers.

Dave swats his shoulder with a smile. “I said the exact same thing.”

“It’s not flu season you idiots,” Jon chastises.

I both love and hate how much our line of thinking is alike.

“Oh they’re definitely interested,” I hear Dave say.

Looking over, I see a small pack of giggling women staring in our direction. Giggling? Seriously? Doesn’t even appeal to me. My eyes search the immediate area around me for dark hair, a purple tank, and cut-off jean shorts. Coming up empty, I attempt to pay attention to the guys.

“Not interested in you,” Cooper says with a finger pointing at the mustard stain on Dave’s shirt.

He has got to be the messiest damn person I’ve ever met.

Dave shrugs, whereas anyone else would be frustrated and begin an attempt to clean the stain up.

“Dibs on the redhead,” Jon says.

Cooper claps his hands and rubs them together. “That leaves the blonde for me.”

“I’m getting another corn dog,” Dave grumbles before walking away.

Jon and Cooper head in the direction of the women when a flash of purple catches my eye. Disappointed that it’s only a devil emoji pillow, my cock settles. Thank fuck I’m wearing jeans tonight.

I spend the next twenty minutes and fifty bucks on the damn giant claw machine. Now, I’m wandering around looking for familiar faces while holding the purple pillow I couldn’t walk away without winning.

Thankfully, I spot Andi and Joey sitting at a table in the concessions area. They don’t see me yet, so I stand out of the way of foot traffic and watch them. I’m once again grateful for the restrictive denim of my jeans when Joey lifts a foot long corndog and takes the tip in his mouth.

“He’s gonna be the death of me,” I hiss when the torture continues as he smiles around it before biting down.

Laughing and paying no mind to the kids running all around, Andi strokes down her corn dog as if it were a dick. Joey, more cognizant of his surroundings, swats at his best friend.

Pseudo-cock biting aside, I’m entranced with this guy and the freedom in his laugh. His ability to have a good time no matter what situation he’s thrown into is almost as big a turn on as his silky black hair and muscular chest.

My creeping on them comes to an end when some guy leans over to speak with Andi, more than likely warning her that I’ve been gawking at them in the shadows for the last five minutes. Andi’s head snaps up in my direction.

Busted.

The guy swells, chest sticking out twice as far as I walk toward them.

“I have no idea who he is,” Andi says with believable fear in her voice to the guy who called me out on watching them. “Joey is that the guy who’s been following you all night.”

I grin at Andi but don’t say a word.

“Listen, man,” the stranger begins. “I don’t want any trouble. Just walk away and leave these two alone.”

I ignore the guy and focus on Joey.

“Are you the guy obsessed with me?” Joey’s eyes challenge me to deny what I told him last week.

“I’m obsessed with the way you were eating your corn dog.”

Andi chuckles.

The stranger makes a weird noise in his throat as if he’s floored with my brazenness directed at the man in the duo and not the woman.

“Seriously, dude?” The guy is right. If I didn’t know these two, my comments would be way out of line and inappropriate. “That’s a disgusting thing to say.”

“Want a taste?” Ignoring the guy, Joey holds up his half-eaten corn dog.

All I can do is nod and lean in as he lifts it higher. The way his eyes are entranced on my mouth as it closes around the breaded wiener makes me want to suck his own cock to the back of my throat.

“Best I ever had,” I say after swallowing.

“You guys need a room,” Andi sputters around a laugh after the not-so-caped crusader gives a huff and walks off after realizing we were all jacking with him.

Joey’s eyebrow raises in challenge. He and I, alone in a hotel room? Best idea ever.

It’s never going to happen, so I file away the thought for when I’m alone later.

“For you.” I hand over the devil pillow and beam when he grins down at it.

“Purple is my favorite color.” He hugs it to his chest like a prized possession, and once again I’m amazed at his ability to just be him. I wanted nothing more than to rub the soft velvet fabric over my face just to get my scent on it, but doing so would call my masculinity into question by anyone watching me. Unfortunately, with the political environment, even though gay marriage is now legal, you never know who’s going to take offense. I’m not necessarily worried about offending people, but getting caught off guard by a boot to the back of my head isn’t my idea of a good time. A phantom pain throbs at the base of my skull at the memories.

“It’s recently become a fave of mine as well.”

“And I love turquoise. Can you stop eye-fucking each other? It’s making me uncomfortable.” Andi is still glaring at both of us when we turn our eyes in her direction. “If you guys are hooking up, you need to tell me so I can make my official move on Jon.”

My grin falters when Joey speaks. “There’s nothing going on. Anthony even apologized for that ridiculous kiss the other day.”

“It was totally a joke,” I confirm as my gut fills with heavy stones.

Regret, even after the long monologue that just played in my head fills my gut when he shuts that down with a dozen or so words. Back in the dark we go, I guess.

“Yeah,” Andi says rolling her eyes. “Straight guys kiss dudes all the time as a joke.”

“Hey, guys.” I turn to see Jon walking toward us. He looks at me, hitching his head to the side indicating that he wants to speak with me alone.

“What’s up?” I ask meeting him a couple of feet away from Joey and Andi.

“I need you to take Joey and Andi home.”

“What?”

“I’ve got something lined up.” He looks over his shoulder at the redhead he verbally claimed earlier. She does this immature little finger wave before he turns back in my direction. “She’s ripe for the picking, man. I need you to get them back to Sugar Land.”

“Sure. Yeah. Okay.”

He’s gone as quickly as he showed up.

“Let me guess,” Andi says as her eyes follow Jon’s back until the finger waver wraps her arm around his waist and they disappear into the crowd together. “He’s made other plans, and you’re the one stuck taking us home.”

“He was ready to go, and I told him we were having fun,” I lie. “Said I’d get you two home safely, so he didn’t have to stick around.”

Joey’s eyes soften as Andi stands from the table. With a quick kiss on my cheek, he squeezes my arm. “You suck at lying, but thank you.”

Crazy thing is I don’t even bother to look around to see if anyone saw him do it.

“Let’s get out of here.” Joey stands and locks his arm through his friend’s.

“Are you sure?” Joey turns in his seat as I pull up to Andi’s apartment complex.

“I’m fine,” Andi assures him, but in the rearview mirror, I see her focus her eyes on the darkness outside of her window rather than facing her friend. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

I’ve barely got the truck in park before Andi is opening her door and jumping out.

I wanted to enjoy the hour-long drive back to town seeing as Joey was pressed into my side. Thank you shelving unit I hadn’t bothered to remove for taking up the back seat. But I couldn’t. The tension in the truck after leaving Kemah was thick and sour.

All. The. Way. Home.

“Do you want to stay with her?” I ask Joey softly when he doesn’t stop watching his friend until she disappears behind the closed apartment door.

“She wouldn’t let me,” he answers gruffly. “You can take me home.”

He doesn’t move into the passenger seat when I put the truck back in drive, and halfway through the trip back to his house, his hand finds my thigh.

I want to drive around for hours, get lost, get stuck in a hurricane, anything to keep him at my side touching me.

In the blink of an eye, it seems, we’re pulling up in front of his house.

“Want to come in and check for monsters in my room.” Comically, he bats his thick eyelashes up at me.

“If I go in that house, I’ll be the monster in your room.”

His tongue sneaks out, tracing his bottom lip. “I’ve always been partial to handsome deviants.”

The hand on my thigh runs a little higher.

“You make it hard to say no,” I say on a dry swallow.

“Then don’t,” he challenges.

“I can’t come inside,” I tell him, inwardly cringing at the double-entendre.

He smiles, wicked and devious, but I press my mouth to his before he offers to let me come somewhere else. I know it’s coming, and that smart mouth of his is going to get him into so much trouble one of these days, like a dick in the ass variety.

“Joey,” I pant against his mouth when he turns, straddling my lap in the small cab of my truck like we’re in some king suite at the Hilton.

“You need to finish what you started on The Bullet,” he commands with a hard press of his erection against my growing cock.

Just the mention of touching the silky head of his dick earlier has the tip of my cock leaking.

I’d prayed then too. Asked God for a malfunction that forced the roller coaster on a constant loop for twenty minutes or so. Those prayers may not have been answered earlier, but who am I to deny his request right now?

“Take it from me,” I insist before biting down on his lip.

Hands slipping under his shirt and settling just above the waist of his shorts, I command the roll of his hips. Lower still, I grip his ass and show him just how hard he can press against me. Our cocks line up perfectly with each other.

The groaning starts almost immediately. The rough breaths that send a rush of damp heat over my neck and chin comes next. My tongue fights his for purchase when he shudders and jerks against me. The pulsing of his cock near mine is almost enough to make me come in my jeans. Joey doesn’t seem to have an issue with it, however.

“Too fast,” he complains as his body slows its undulations. “Too soon.”

Hell, I was seconds away from embarrassing myself.

“It felt so good,” I praise.

“I know something that will feel even better.” His hands reach for the fly of my jeans.

“Joey,” I hiss. “We’ve already taken things too far tonight.”

“I know,” he whispers against my mouth, but his hands keep working.

“Jesus, I can’t even count how many times I’ve fantasized about this moment.” My back arches, head thrown back as I fall heavily into his hands.

“You still want to stop?”

“Fuck no.” A sharp pain flashes behind my eye as if warning me to say the right thing.

I expect a hand job, possibly a little mouth action, but I’m floored when he shifts and moves to unzip his shorts. I stop him before he has the chance to pull his cock out.

Fuck, why did I have to look down? Now the wetness left behind from his orgasm is burned into my brain. My mouth waters with the need to taste him.

“Stop, Joey.” He stills but doesn’t make a move to release my cock. “I am not fucking you in my truck.”

Other than the fact that I’m not prepared to slide inside of him, the neighbor’s front porch light just flashed on. Fear of being discovered washes over me, but with Joey straddling me it’s not enough to make me soften even a fraction.

“I want to make you feel as good as I feel.”

“I feel amazing,” I promise him while gently pulling his hand from my dick and tucking his angry ass back into my jeans.

“Can we still make out a little? I’m not ready to go inside yet.”

I’m only able to nod twice before his mouth finds mine once again.