Page 27 of Covington Acres

His mind flashed to what Vince had told him last night, about letting his old friend watch him have sex, and then to what he had seen today—Vince naked.

Vince’s ass.

Vince’s cock.

Oh yeah, and he couldn’t forget the fact that he’d gotten hard.

“Here. I brought this shirt for you.” Vince tossed him a blue shirt. It had three buttons on the top, but no collar and was short-sleeved. “It’ll look good on you. You might end up fighting the boys off all night, but that’s a nice boost to the ego, right?”

Colby chuckled but remained seated on the edge of the bed without putting it on.

“Are you good?” Vince asked, concern in the deep timbre of his voice.

“Yeah. For sure. Sorry.” He stood and pulled the shirt on. “Jesus, why do you make me wear clothes that are so tight?” Colby moved his arms around. Never mind that Vince wasn’t making him do a damn thing. He’d brought it for Colby, and Colby had put it on easily. If he didn’t want to, he just had to say.

“Because tight is hot.”

Vince always looked good in tight shirts, so he got it, and…there went that thought again. About how Vince looked.

“So, I look hot?” He didn’t know why he asked that but didn’t take it back. He didn’t have to overthink things with Vince.

“Babe…if you were queer, I would want nothing more than a go at you.”

A tremble ran down Colby’s spine, one that filled his stomach with heat.

“Come on. Let’s go,” Vince said before Colby had a chance to answer. He grabbed his wallet and followed his friend out the door.

Vince used his phone to order a ride, and Colby tried not to obsess about, well, about everything—seeing Vince naked and their conversation. Their lives today and waking up in bed with Vince. About brewing beer with him and the mugs Vince had gotten for him. The laughs they always shared, and what it was like working with Vince, and just how good he made him feel. How normal. Vince didn’t think there was anything wrong with living the simple life Colby did. He didn’t wonder why he didn’t want to get married and have kids. They were the same in that. Of course, Vince didn’t know Colby’s biggest secret, but even though Colby wasn’t ready to share it, deep down he knew it would be okay with Vince. That he wouldn’t look at Colby any differently.

Vince didn’t think there was something wrong with Colby for being forty years old and unsure what he wanted in his life. Hell, he had taken it on himself to help Colby figure out what that was.

Those thoughts teased his brain the whole ride to the bar and as they went inside.

It was bigger than the gay bar in Chelsea and even more packed. As they worked their way through the crowd of mostly men, Colby took Vince’s hand so they didn’t get separated.

There were raised podiums with dancing men wearing Speedos, and one guy even had a jock on, his ass hanging out. People stuffed money into their clothes, men kissing and rubbing against each other as they danced to the music.

The slideshow in his head changed, this time to the night they’d gone to the bar with August and Clint, about dancing with Vince, the other man’s hands on him and the two of them close. Another dose of heat shot through his body.

“You want a whiskey, right?” Vince asked close to his ear. If Colby was drinking alcohol and it wasn’t beer, he usually got whiskey, something Vince clearly remembered. As strange as it sounded, little things like that made Colby feel important.

“Yeah,” he replied. “I’ll get the next round.”

Vince nodded, and they stayed that way, close, hands clasped as they waited their turn at the bar.

When they finally reached the counter, Vince ordered two whiskeys. While they were waiting, an attractive man with dark hair and eyes held up his glass and asked, “How’s it going?”

“Good. Our night is just getting started,” Vince replied.

The guy talked to Vince easily. Something about Vince attracted people to him. This wasn’t the first time Colby had noticed it, and he doubted it would be the last. It made him think about Gregory, about how the man had Vince twice and had cheated on him. Colby was the last person to judge how someone felt—people probably wondered why he had broken up with all the women he did. But he could judge the fuck out of the man for cheating on Vince. Even though Vince had never shared all the details of the second time, Colby had a feeling it had been even worse than the first. He just…couldn’t figure it out. How someone could have a man like Vince and cheat on him.

“Hey,” Vince said, the sound of his voice making it clear he’d spoken to Colby, but he hadn’t been paying attention.

“Sorry. What?”

Vince chuckled. “I introduced you to Ryder,” he said, pointing to the man beside him.

Was this a guy Vince was going to hook up with? If so, that happened really fucking fast. “Colby. Nice to meet you.” He let go of Vince’s hand to shake Ryder’s.

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