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Jordan was as straight as Riley’s pool stick. Or at least, heinsistedhe was. My guess was he was probably bi and he just hadn’t come to terms with it yet.

They were both also eternal bachelors, like me.

Who happened to live together, and who happened to fuck once in a while...

Christ, even Sticky has someone to share shit with, even if he’s just a fucking coworker who’s not as straight as he thinks.

“Hey, Riley,” Julie called.

Riley turned to look at us briefly. “Yeah?”

“Wanna sweeten the deal?” she asked.

Aaron, Grayson, and Henry turned to face us, Jordan looking up from his beer.

Oh no, this can’t be good. I know that look...”

“How so?” Jordan asked skeptically.

Julie shrugged as she set her gaze on Riley.

“Uh...” Riley raised an eyebrow.

Julie smirked, turning to Jordan. “Well, you see Aaron over there is getting married... and Riley here needs a plus one...”

Aaron laughed, fist bumping the air. “Yes! I’m so in!”

“What?” Riley’s face paled. “Jules... No...”

“If Riley scores this shot,Ericwill have to accompany him,” she said, practically grinning from ear to ear.

Well, isn’t that interesting.

Julie cast me a wicked gin.

“And if we win...” Jordan grinned in return. “Loser has to pose for the Jasper Springs Hotties Calendar.” Jordan grinned. “Which I happen to, uh... do some work for.”.

He was the calendar’s number one model, next to that local firefighter who thought he was the next Brad Pitt. Dawson something or other...

“We’ll do it!” Aaron and Sticky called out in unison.

Fuck.

I wasn’t opposed to being someone’s plus one, and I’d be lying if I said I’d never been auctioned off before—that was for a charity event Jordan had gotten roped into—but the idea of accompanying Cinderella to the ball made my insides heat like an inferno.

Yeah, it’s probably the beer.

Riley shook his head, dispelling he whoops and barks, leaning closer, sliding his pool stick in between his fingers. Back and forth, back and...

“Fuck!” I said as I was literally smacked in the groin by the end of Riley’s stick, my hardness now ebbing with pain as my balls stung.

Immediately, I covered my aching junk, knocking over the remainder of my beer and spilling it all over Julie.

“Oh my God!” Julie cried as Aaron and Co. screamed, “We won!” over and over.

“Fucking ay!” I howled, sucking in a breath as Riley turned, his eyes wide in terror.

“I’m so sorry, Eric. I?—”

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