“Liar, liar, Speedos on fire!”
At my side, Toby calls over the barman for another round, and I accept the fresh Southern Comfort and lemonade gratefully as my mouth dries out under Shawna’s scrutiny.
“Spill,” Toby says, clearly enjoying not being the focus of attention for a minute.
I sigh heavily. “Fine. There’s a guy. We kissed. I sucked him off. It’s over. He’s only now realizing he’s into guys and he blows so hot and cold I’m getting fucking chilblains.”
“Show us,” Shawna demands, handing out her hand.
There’s no point pretending I don’t have a photo of him easily accessible. These two know me better than I know myself. So, I pull out my phone, clicking onto the bookmarked link for the Franklin West lacrosse team and Sol’s captain profile.
“Holy shit,” Toby says as I turn the phone around. “He’s gorgeous. It’s like Chris Evans and Zac Efron had a baby.”
Shawna nods in agreement. “So, we’re annoyed that he’s not boyfriend material?”
I snort. “I don’t want a boyfriend.”
“So, the problem is . . .?”
That’s the problem. There shouldn’t be a problem. But there is. I can’t get Sol out of my head. How we’ve managed to exist in the same world for the past three years without our paths colliding like this, I have no idea. I mean, I knew he existed. I’ve appreciated him as one of the hottest guys at Franklin West, but I suppose as he’s been straight, I never gave him a second thought. Now he’s every fucking thought.
“You like him,” Shawna says, poking me again.
I slap her hand away. “Stop doing that. And no. I don’t. I don’t even know him. We’ve barely had a conversation.”
Because every time we’re together I can’t think past wanting to get my hands and mouth on him.
“I need more information,” Toby says. “What do you mean he blows hot and cold?”
“Well, we kissed, and I told him he knew where to find me if he wanted more, but he didn’t make a move. We’re working on a project together, so I put some stuff together for him and when we got texting about it over Thanksgiving, he said he regretted not coming to find me. But then when we got back to school, he fell off the grid again. Until he cornered me in the locker room, and I sucked his dick. And now? I haven’t heard from him since.”
Shawna and Toby stare up at me like I told them I can’t find my glasses when they’re sitting on my nose. “What?”
Toby squeezes my arm. “You’re expecting the formerly straight jock to chase you. He’s probably freaking out, and you’re well . . .”
“Intimidating,” Shawna supplies.
“Intimidating?” I snort. “He’s practically my size.”
“Not height, you idiot.” Toby waves his free hand in front of me. “All of this. The frowny face. The glasses. You’re . . .”
“Intense,” Shawna says, and Toby nods.
“I’m not feeling this finishing each other’s sentences thing you two have got going on,” I mutter. “It doesn’t matter, anyway. I’m not chasing him. I don’t have time for crap like that.”
“Really?” Shawna says. “Why not?”
“Because it’s too fucking complicated.” The words come with a little more force than intended. “I have enough shit going on, without dealing with his, too.”
Shawna’s eyebrows raise. “Okay. Then you need to make a decision, because he’s clearly under your skin. Get over him or get under him.”
“And we’re back to this.” Toby sighs.
The words form to tell Shawna she’s ridiculous, but they trigger something in my brain, immediately conjuring an image of Sol straddling me, riding my cock like he was born to do it, his pretty dick hard and leaking onto my stomach.Fuck. I suck in a breath, the mix of alcohol and horniness causing me to thicken rapidly in my dark jeans. It worries me how much I want that image to be real. It can’t, though. It can never be anything more than a fantasy.
As Shawna begins to point out guys she thinks might be suitable for Toby, I turn away from my friends and lean on the bar, needing a minute. I’m doing the right thing, leaving Sol to figure shit out. I shouldn’t be ‘chasing’ him. The last thing he needs is me pressuring him, right?
“Want another?”