“Drink it up, you fucking wuss!” Ty shouts at me as I chug my beer, racing one of the guys in the same crew as the girls we’ve been chatting up.

We met at their house, and a couple of drinks quickly turned into a bar game. Now I’m trashed and shirtless…and drinking as fast as I fucking can until I get the last drop down. The crowd of six around us hollers and cheers. One of the guys high-fives me before bumping his chest against mine. I’m a little tipsy as they guide me onto the kitchen island and lay me on my back.

“This one’s mine, ladies,” Dana says as she grabs a shot off the counter behind her.

She crawls onto the island and straddles my legs before pouring the shot across my nude torso. She leans down and licks from my navel up to my chest. Then she moves quickly and offers a kiss on my lips. It’s soft at first, but she quickly strengthens it before grabbing my crotch, feeling my stiffening cock.

As hot as she is, why the fuck am I still thinking about Ty’s dad?

He was this hot, strong, intimidating man, and the way he looked at me, I felt like there was something there—not to mention when he took my hand and I felt this intense heat overtake it.

I keep wondering if he could tell, if he caught on to my attraction…and by the way he kept looking at me, maybe he was interested?

I’ve had the conversation with Ty. I know his dad’s gay and that he’s been with guys since he left his mom, but maybe he wasn’t interested and it was all in my head since I know he’s gay.

What the fuck am I thinking? Why am I obsessing about this?

We play a few more drinking games before Ty sneaks away from the group with Mandy.

I stumble over to the bar to fix myself another drink when Dana sidles up beside me. Dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, pretty face and wide green eyes on display, she sports an impressive body in a form-fitting T-shirt that’s tucked into her jean shorts.

She gazes at me with apparent interest. It reminds me of the way Ty’s dad was looking at me.

“I think I’m about done with the games,” I say.

“Oh, I get that,” she tells me as she grabs a bottle of Svedka and adds some vodka to her drink. “You must be some kind of gym rat or something.”

“What?”

“Those muscles. I don’t imagine you get those by sitting around on the couch and eating pizza.”

“Well, I can indulge in pizza every once in a while.”

“What else do you indulge in?” she asks, standing tall and pushing her chest forward.

She’s cute, and for some reason, between the alcohol and how fucking horny Ty’s dad made me earlier, I feel like I need to take care of these blue balls.

This isn’t my thing. I don’t typically do hookups. I’ve never been like that. Even in the times when I’ve forced myself through one-night stands, they haven’t been all that satisfying. Because there’s no connection. It’s empty. Void of anything other than the physical release.

Although, not to say the physical release is bad. And I can’t say I’d be totally against having that physical release with Ty’s dad. Wrong as it is to think about my best friend’s dad like that, I can’t help but imagine having a filthy, lust-filled encounter with him. Bizarre as fuck since I’ve never been that way, but the fact that it flies in the face of my typical interests doesn’t change how hard I get when I think about it.

Dana glances around the room and then back at me. “Your friend’s a pretty smooth operator.”

I follow her gaze and see Ty in the corner, making out with his girl of the week—at least for now—against the wall beside the balcony door. “Well, Mandy doesn’t seem to have any issue in that department either,” I note.

“Nope. She knows what she wants and is happy to reach out and grab it…even if that something is in a guy’s pants.” She takes a sip of her drink. “You have any hobbies?”

“Hobbies?” I ask, since that seems to have come out of nowhere.

“That’s my way of making small talk. Sorry. I’m gonna be honest with you, Jesse. I’m not really interested in talking, if you aren’t.”

Now my dick is really twitching.

She moves close, slowly, and I can see that look in her eyes. It’s how Whitney used to look at me when she was hungry for my cock.

“My room?” she asks.

“Looks like you’re pretty good at small talk,” I tease, winking at her, and she beams.

She takes my hand and guides me through the house into an adjoining hallway. She leads me into a bedroom, and before I know it, her lips are on mine. I slide my hands under her shirt and push her back against the wall.

She’s aggressive, undoing my fly and forcing my shorts down to my ankles before grabbing my cock and stroking it. I kick off my flip-flops and lose my shorts before she guides me to the bed. As soon as my ass hits the bed, she starts going down on me.

I lie back, trying to enjoy the sensations she arouses.

I should be lost in the moment, savoring the way she’s working her mouth, but for some reason, I can’t help but imagine Eric blowing me like this.

Fuckin’ A, why can’t I get him out of my head?

I’ve never fantasized about guys when I’ve fucked around with a girl before, but I’ve also never felt the kind of primal hunger I felt when I met Eric.

As I relax, allow myself to enjoy my fantasy, I hear the door open.

“What the fuck?” I ask as Dana pulls her lips from my cock.

A guy walks in, stumbling slightly. “What are you doing, Dana?”

She rolls her eyes and pushes to her feet. “Leon, get the fuck out of here.”

I hurry to my shorts, and I’m so tipsy that it’s hard for me to make sense of what’s going on. I don’t imagine he’s her boyfriend, considering she’s been pretty obvious about her interest, but something’s up.

“I rent this place out, and you think you can just come here and blow some other guy? I thought we were going to share something special here.”

“We’re not together anymore.”

“That sure as fuck didn’t keep you from accepting my invitation to stay at my place…for free…”

“Um…” I stammer.

They turn to me at the same time, irritation in their expressions. Like I’ve walked in on their private chat.

“I’m gonna head out,” I say, holding my shorts to shield my cock.

“That sounds like a good idea,” Leon says like he’s about to deck me if I stay much longer.

Dana steps up to him. “You’re the one who needs to leave.”

“Oh, no, no, no. I’m the one who needs to leave,” I add. I stoop down, snatch my flip-flops, and stumble out the door into the hall. I slide into my shorts and carry my shoes into the main living area, where everyone’s hanging out. I’m still trying to process what the fuck just went down.

Dana and Leon’s voices echo through the hall, muffled beneath the music that’s blasting, so no one seems to notice.

Ty sits alone on the couch, so I approach him and sit beside him.

“You hit it with Dana real quick. Maybe a little too quick,” he says as I put on my flip-flops.

“Shut the fuck up. I…uh…bailed.”

“Bailed?”

I don’t feel like now is the best time to discuss it with him, especially considering we’re surrounded by Dana’s friends.

“It wasn’t happening,” I tell him. “Where’d Mandy go?”

“Freshening up.” He winks at me. “You gonna hang around for a bit?”

I’m about to reply when he says, “Kidding. I know you’re about to bail. I’m your best friend. Jesus Christ. I at least know you well enough to call that.”

“You got me.”

“Just be safe, and make sure to get the cab rate before he takes you home, okay?”

He rises, and we hug it out before I find my shirt, which I discarded during one of the games.

I take a cab back to his dad’s condominium, and when I head inside, I notice Eric in the kitchen.

He’s turned away from me. Barefoot, only in a pair of shorts. My gaze fixates on the curvature of his ass. Considering how those shorts shape around his ass cheeks, it’s hard not to notice.

He dips a nacho chip into some dip before taking a bite.

I look him over, inspecting those thick back muscles, watching how they twitch around his spine as he enjoys his snack.

As he turns to me, I nod before looking away quickly. “Hey, bro,” I say, feeling like an idiot for fucking saying bro, but I don’t give myself time to brood. Just dash toward the guest bedroom.

When I get inside and close the door behind me, I sit on the bed.

Hard again. Dana sure didn’t get me going like this, and I’m surprised I’m this hard.

Even in high school, I would get turned on by guys, so I assumed I must be bi, but it was usually a lot easier for me to jerk off if I was thinking about a girl.

Eric is totally different than what I’m used to. I’m rock solid. Dana would have had a much better time playing around with this thing. Why does Ty’s dad have to be so goddamn hot?

There’s a knock on my door.

Oh, Jesus. What the fuck am I supposed to do now that I have this raging boner?

When I answer the door, there he is.

I try not to look into those gorgeous blue eyes of his, but now all I can check out are his beefy muscles, which indicate he spends as much time—if not more—at the gym as me.

How can this guy have a twenty-three-year-old kid?

“How’s it going?” he asks, his voice deep, powerful. A guy like this was made for the business world. He seems like he doesn’t have a problem ordering people around or taking command.

And now that I’m thinking like that, I can’t help but imagine him ordering me around in the bedroom.

I’m so fucked.

No, the problem is I wish I was fucked.

“Are you good?” he asks, reminding me that he asked a question.

“Pretty good.”

“Ty not come back with you?”

“Oh, no. He’s still at the party we were at. I’m just turning in early tonight. I’m tired.”

“Okay. Makes sense. Just wanted to make sure no one had pulled a Taken and kidnapped my kid.”

“What?”

“That’s a joke,” he says, and the way his lips twist up is so fucking charming that it only makes my dick even harder.

An eerie silence stretches between us. I can’t stop looking at him, and he doesn’t stop looking at me. I have this feeling he must know how I’m feeling right now.

“So are you actually tired?” he asks. “Or did you bail on those kids because you weren’t having fun?”

“I…uh… If you want to know the truth, I wasn’t having much luck with this girl.”

Why did I say that? He’s totally going to think that I fuck around with girls…that I’m not interested in him.

What am I thinking? He can’t know I’m interested. I can’t have sex with him. He’s Ty’s dad.

He smirks. “Oh really?”

“Yeah. I mean, we were definitely getting somewhere. Then some guy walked in on us and started having a fit.”

“Her boyfriend?”

“Didn’t seem that way. More like a guy who was interested, but she wasn’t into.”

“Ah. Well, I can see why you were done for the night. Look, I’m probably gonna head out to the bars now. Just grab a quick drink. You’re welcome to come if you want.”

I can’t help but interpret that as a euphemism.

I should say no. It’s wrong for me to be having these kinds of feelings for Ty’s dad, but there’s no harm in having a drink with the guy. Ty wouldn’t mind that.

“What the hell,” I say. “I’m starting to sober up anyway.”

“We’d better take care of that.”

Innocent as it all sounds, it’s not, because there’s a part of me I’m so fucking unfamiliar with, that really wishes it would turn into something more. And Eric still has that look in his eyes, like he just wants to shove me into the bedroom and take me up against the fucking wall.

But what if I’m just being an arrogant fuck by thinking he’s even into me? Just because he fucks around with guys doesn’t mean he’d necessarily want to fuck me, but that look in his eyes leads me to suspect otherwise.

“One drink,” I tell him.