“I don’t see what age has to do with anything. I’m still going to want to sleep with you when I’m seventy-four.”
“Old-people sex,” Vince said. “I’m down with that.” He reached up and pulled on Paul’s hand until he sat on Vince’s lap.
“You’ll be in your Rascal,” Paul said, running his fingers through Vince’s hair. “And we’ll need bars attached in the bathrooms to help us get up after we’ve taken a shit.”
“You’ll probably need a walker,” Vince said. “With those little tennis balls on the front.”
“God, that’s so hot.” Paul started macking on Vince’s face.
“Ugh,” Kori said. “Not again.”
“You get used to it,” I said. “Mostly.” I sighed, because if Darren was going to be at brunch tomorrow, I needed to find him and invite him myself. It was only polite, even if he didn’t deserve it.
“Where’s Darren?” I asked Kori.
Kori cocked her head at me. “You care?”
I barely resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “Hardly.”
“Why do you hate him so much?”
Ah. Wasn’t that the question. I had my reasons. “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you someday.”
Kori shrugged. “He left. Had some guy pressed up against a wall and they left together.”
“Twink du jour,” I muttered. And it didn’t bother me in the slightest. Whatever or whoever Darren chose to do with his time had nothing to do with me.
And while that most certainly did not explain the twinge in my chest, that was fine. It was most likely gas. I might have been a lady, but I was still a man, after all.
AND IT probably didn’t help that I decided to get shitfaced after that.
And it probably really didn’t help when this hot little muscle otter came up and whispered in my ear that he was one of my biggest fans.
And it most certainly didn’t help that I was feeling slightly sorry for myself.
And he had dimples.
And crinkles around his eyes when he smiled.
And, from the feel of it when he pressed up against my ass, at least a good seven inches.
I didn’t really remember much after that.
Chapter 4: Inviting One-Night Stands to Brunch
I WOKE to a pounding headache, someone who had an obvious death wish pounding on my bedroom door, makeup smeared on my pillow, my mouth tasting like death, my jaw aching, and generally a feeling that if the world ended right now, I’d be okay with it.
“Kill me,” I moaned.
An arm tightened around my waist.
Someone grunted next to me.
My eyes snapped open.
“Sandy,” Corey called through the door. “Are you getting up anytime soon?”
My phone vibrated on the nightstand.