Page 12 of Bet On It

“That’s too bad. Hope she treats you right.”

Tracy’s words made Ty want to bust out laughing. If she only knew…

“Dude, you really passing up on that?” James watched Tracy walk away…or rather, he watched her ass as she walked away.

“Yeah, and who the hell are you seeing?” Eric asked as he reached for another hot wing.

Ty had no clue how to answer that. Should he make someone up? Opening his mouth, he was about to come up with some lie when Spencer jumped in.

“He’s just not interested. Telling Tracy he was seeing someone was letting her down easy. You know, the whole it’s-not-you-it’s-me shit.”

“Okay, then how the hell aren’t you interested?” James asked.

Again, Spencer answered, “Not everyone is attracted to Tracy. Does it matter that I’m not?” Spencer’s tone held an edge that Eric and James were completely oblivious to but Ty caught loud and clear.

“Dude, you’re gay. That doesn’t count.” Eric reached in front of James to get the container of blue cheese dressing then looked up at Spencer. “Besides, you know we don’t give a shit either way. Hell, that’s more chicks for the three of us. Right, guys?” He nudged James and gave Ty a stupid smile.

“I’m just giving you shit.” Spencer squeezed Ty’s thigh under the table. “I know you don’t care who I fuck.” He looked at Ty then moved his hand away, but his point had been made.

Ty and Spencer got home late, walking in the door close to two in the morning. Spencer had driven them both, leaving Ty’s car at the bar. He’d had one—okay, maybe more like four—too many Jack and Cokes after the beer wasn’t cutting it and couldn’t drive his own car.

Ty followed Spencer down the dark hall to their rooms, pulling on Spencer’s hand before he went into his bedroom. “Hey, Spence?”

“Yeah?” He turned around to look at Ty.

“Do you think they knew? James and Eric… Do you think they knew about us? I mean, whatever this is.” God, he was screwing this up; he knew he was.

“What if they did? How would you feel about that?”

“Well, um, being your bitch for three weeks? Yeah, not so okay with them knowing that, but…” He paused, trying to gather his jumbled thoughts. It probably wasn’t the best time to have this conversation while half the blood in his body had been replaced with Jack Daniels.

But he had to know. Was this just sexual arousal between them or something more? Not knowing what else to say, Ty leaned forward and pressed his lips to Spencer’s. But when Spencer pushed him off, the hurt and embarrassment were overwhelming. Ty started to turn toward his room when Spencer grabbed his arm.

“No, wait. I just want to make sure you know what you’re doing. You’ve had a lot to drink, Ty.”

Ty couldn’t bring himself to look at Spencer, with his ego blushing as much as his face. “It’s fine. I’m just gonna go to bed.”

Before he could react in his drunken state, Spencer had Ty up against the wall, his body pinning Ty’s. “I said…wait.” Spencer’s tone was dark, strong, and sexy as hell. His blue eyes were piercing, holding Ty in a trance. Spencer brought their lips together forcefully, solidifying that he was in charge of this situation, not Ty.

Pulling their lips apart, Spencer demanded a response. “Is that what you want?” Pushing his body harder into Ty’s, making it impossible to put together two thoughts, Spencer kissed him again. This time, his tongue broke through the barrier of their lips, teasing Ty’s in a way he’d never thought possible.

Ty couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He just knew he didn’t want it to end. Spencer tasted so good, his tongue massaging Ty’s. But suddenly, he stopped.

“Tell me. Is that what you want?” Spencer demanded again, his tone triggering every nerve ending in Ty’s body to stand at attention. He was grinding into Ty now, pushing their hard cocks together. “I want to hear you say it.” The power behind his voice sent chills all over Ty’s body.

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, that’s what I want, Sir!” Ty’s voice was rough as gravel, his throat and mouth so dry he found it difficult to swallow.

“Right answer,” Spencer whispered into Ty’s ear, hot breath caressing his skin. Then abruptly, he turned and went into his room. “Night, Ty,” Spencer said before closing his door, leaving an incredibly shaken Ty to stand there and wonder what the fuck had just happened and aching for more of it.

In a daze, Ty went into his own bedroom and closed the door. He lay there for hours after that heated kiss with Spencer. The guy had him so fucking confused lately and in a constant state of arousal. Finally, Ty took matters into his own hands and rubbed the hell out of that thing until his eyes rolled back into his head, cursing Spencer as he yelled his name when he came.

When the late-morning sun peeked through a crack in between Ty’s curtains, he decided he’d be okay with Jack Daniels and Spencer carpooling to hell. Fuck, he’d even pay for the gas. Feeling like a zombie, he dragged his ass out of bed, threw on some sweats, and sluggishly made his way to the kitchen.

“Morning, sunshine.” Spencer’s annoyingly happy face was not what he wanted to see before he had his first cup of coffee. “What’s the matter? Rough night?” he teased.

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