Page 31 of Resisting You

The silence between them was so thick it was almost painful.

Then Frey cleared his throat and reached for the door handle, tugging it before realizing it was locked. Renato couldn’t look up at him, so he kept his gaze on the ties he’d yet to fasten. He heard the lock click and then the door handle groan, but the door didn’t open.

“Don’t worry,” Frey said after a long beat, “I won’t tell anyone.”

And then he was gone.

Renato didn’t have a chance to tell him that was the last thing in the world he was worried about.

Chapter Nine

“Fellas, is it gay if your friend lays his head in your lap so you can stroke his hair?”

Dallas gave Frey a flat look before patting his sizable thighs. His baby face was sweet and soft and welcoming, and Frey immediately cracked, shuffling over and flopping onto the couch. In the back room, he could hear Briar and Rex making a ton of noise, which brought him some comfort because it was the quiet that was dangerous.

He allowed himself a moment to settle with his head in Dallas’s lap, the larger man’s fingers carding through his hair, mussed from wearing a surgical cap most of the day. He took in a trembling breath and let it out on a broken sigh.

“Are you going to tell us, or…” Lane pressed.

Frey squeezed his eyes shut and wished he could turn around and bury his face in Dallas’s stomach, but he was pretty sure that was a bridge too far. “I fucked up.”

Lane sucked in a breath. “At work?”

Frey winced because yeah, it had been at work. With his boss—sort of. As much as surgeons were his bosses. It had been with an unfairly attractive man that Frey both wanted and hated in equal measure. A man who had been horrible to a resident, so Frey decided to fuck with him after hearing he was going to actually drink hospital coffee.

It was the least Renato deserved. He’d fucked with Frey’s coffee enough over the last several months.

But for whatever reason, this time, Renato had cracked. He literally chased Frey through the corridor, locked him in the doctors’ mess, then pinned him to the wall. And Frey wanted to be terrified. He wanted to find the whole thing terrible and sexually harassing so he could get the guy on fucking charges—assuming the board would listen.

Instead, he’d been wildly turned on. Renato had been rough and commanding, and Frey had melted like a goddamn soft serve cone in the middle of July. He was helpless to do anything except take what Renato had given him—and fuck, he had given him damn near everything.

He could still feel the press of Renato’s fat, hard, leaking cock pressed against his own. He swallowed thickly and tried not to pop a chub on the couch because he knew for damn sure Dallas wouldn’t appreciate that.

“Tell us you’re not getting fired.”

Frey squeezed his eyes shut tighter. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. If he turns me in, he’ll have to turn himself in, and I don’t think he wants to lose his job.”

“Oh, Frey,” Dallas said in a voice so full of pity it made Frey nauseous, “what did you do?”

“I…we…” He blew out a puff of air and forced himself to say it because if he couldn’t tell his friends, who could he tell? “Renato and I…sort of…did it. At work.” God, that sounded so high school. But it was better than actual details.

“Dr. Dickhead?” Lane asked.

Frey opened his eyes and saw the shock on his friend’s face. He nodded miserably.

“How?” Lane held up his hands, then shook his head. “No. Wait, yes. I need to know how that happened.”

Frey bit his lip and chanced a look up at Dallas, who didn’t seem like he was judging Frey too hard. But he shared the same look of pity that Lane had, which made him feel like shit all over again.

“I fucked with his coffee, and he snapped,” Frey confessed.

Lane sighed, a ragged, tired sound. “You knew all that prank shit was going to get you in trouble eventually.”

Frey sat up halfway. “I figured it would get me written up. Not locked in the break room, pinned to the wall, and jerked off.”

Lane blinked at him. “He forced himself?—”

“No,” Frey said in a rush. He probably should have said yes because Renato had kissed him in a moment that was probably not made for kissing. But Renato had been horrified by it, while Frey had been the one to pull him back in and take everything he was willing to give. “No, we, uh…well. Yeah, let’s just say it was mutual.”

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