Page 49 of Dare to be Different

His blue eyes are already on me, and all the questions he has are swirling around in their depths. “From our lifelong hookup game,” he says.

“Yeah, but you aren’t attracted to guys, Rem.”

“Neither are you, according to what you said. You claim it’s just the situation, and why can’t I be the same?” His hands slap his blanket-covered thighs. “Yet here we both are in a basement with hard dicks and no idea what to do with them.” He smirks, not afraid to call it how it is.

I laugh. “You’re not wrong.”

He sighs. Or groans. A combination of both. “You’re right, okay? I’m not bi. I never thought I was, anyway. But a while back, I started looking at you differently. I thought maybe it was because you were the only guy super involved in all my hookups, but even when Cody was there, it’s not like I looked at him that way. Just you, and I don’t know what it means or why it happened, but I’m not really that put off by it anymore. I don’t know if it’s just our chemistry, if I think you’re hot or not, or if I admire you because of your openness, but it’s there, and it’s not really going away.” He shrugs. “Maybe I’m just attracted to your shitty personality.” He laughs.

I smile at that. “Yeah, but you’ve always known my shitty personality and never felt like this before. This is new, right? For both of us?”

He nods. “Completely new. I mean, I’ve admired you before when we hooked up at the same time, but I’ve never really been… whatever this is.” He shifts his weight, facing me. I love that this conversation is light in tone. It means more this way. It’s a touchy topic, but we’re handling it without anything negative tainting it, and that is what I love about Remy. “It all feels different now,” he adds.

So different, but oddly good. “You wanna know something fucked?” I ask, already listening to the start of his laugh. “I do have a hard dick right now. I thought it might have been because my mind was going a bit wild earlier, or maybe because of Nina or Gar, but nah. It’s because of you in that fucking get-up.” I point to his clothes on the floor. “And I wasn’t going to admit that, but you look good tonight, and yeah… hard situation going on.” I pat my crotch. “And I don’t know if it’s sexual attraction or if I’m just picking up on it because you’re in my sex fantasies now or what, but it happened. You got my dick hard.” I laugh. “Sorry.”

Guess Remy is my priest tonight too. His eyes are narrowed and his lip is wedged between his teeth, deep in thought. About what?

“Take your pants off,” he says without any grace. “And your shirt.”

“Right now?” I laugh, a thrill sparking up inside me.

“You like watching, right? And we’re both half-ass attracted to each other, so let’s watch each other.”

“You wanna watch me jerk off?” I raise a brow while my dick rises in my pants.

“I wanna jerk off together and watch each other. Not like we haven’t seen it before anyway. Hurry up. Get naked before I chicken out.” He gets pushy, and yeah, I’m into bossy Remy.

Fucking push me harder, bud.

“Alright,” I tease, undoing my pants. “But you’ve had my cock in your mouth before. You sure you’re gonna be able to keep your hands to yourself?” I grin at him.

“Fuck around and find out, Zahn.”

Fuck yes.

Chapter 20

Zahn lifts his shirt over his head, my eyes snagging on his abs. He’s been bitching about not being in as good of shape as Kade lately, but fuck me, he’s cut and toned and looking pretty damn good to me. I lift my gaze from his abs and admire the tattoo on his left shoulder and pec; it’s our company logo, and I have a matching one in the same place. Kade did them before he was even an apprentice, and I’ve become so accustomed to looking right through mine that it jars me to see how perfectly it fits on his skin.

I look down again when he undoes the fly of his jeans. I may have suggested this colossal mistake, but Zahn’s going to taunt me through the whole thing. His green eyes blink, drawing my attention to his face, and when he smirks at me, I know he’s going to enjoy every fucking second of trying to beat me at whatever game we just stepped into.

I give my dick a little rub through the material of my boxer briefs. Two can play that game, and I’ve never had a hard time measuring up to his bullshit. Zahn’s grin widens into a smile when he lifts his hips and pulls his jeans off.

Am I really into him physically or is it just this tense build-up we always seem to find ourselves in? I even tried checking out a few other guys, but nothing really sparked my interest. Not like this. Not like he does.

Zahn stands up, kicking his pants all the way off. Standing in nothing but a tight pair of black boxer briefs, he bends over, ass in my face, folding his fucking jeans like he’s ever done that a day in his life.

I won’t let him get the upper hand. “You need porn to set the mood?” I ask, almost as a dare. “Something to look at?”

Turning to face me, his hands skim the bulge still hidden behind the black material. “I’ve got something to look at.” He nods at my junk. “Take ‘em off, Rem.”

I’m not going to lie and say that it isn’t terrifying to be challenged this way while we’re completely alone for the first time. It’s scary. Intimidating. Risky because we have a lot to lose. But I feel the same way Zahn does. When he said that shit about our friendship surviving anything, that felt right to me, too. Maybe it’s because I have so much faith in us as friends, or maybe it’s my cock clouding my judgment, but either way, I’m not willing or ready to back out of this without figuring something out first. I’m either into this or I’m not, and this is how I find out if it’s the heat of the moment while we’re in the midst of a hookup, or if it’s something between the two of us.

I keep my eyes right on his and reach into my boxers. My dick is at full mast, and that already means something. I wrap my fingers around the length of it, giving myself a few warm-up strokes. Then I pull the material away and let Zahn look his fill.

My adrenaline level spikes.

His eyes narrow, turning darker as he fine-tunes his attention to my hand on my cock. It feels better than it should to be the center of his attention. It brings me back to that kiss in the hotel room, and the primal way he growled when Jess took me away from him. My temperature spikes at the memory of it, but my skin goosebumps at the electricity of Zahn’s eyes on me now.

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