Page 25 of Nothing Left to Lose

And the funny thing about it? I meant every word.

“I always have,” he whispered, eyes clear and as honest as I’d ever seen them. Then he took my hand. “God, I need a drink.”

So we drank.

Bright-colored vodkas that were full of sugar and carbs that would probably kill me tomorrow, but right then, I’d have drunk anything.

Miller danced and laughed, his blue drink raised high as he swayed.

Men wanted him.

They eyed him from head to foot, and I saw them size up their chances until they saw me. He wasn’t kidding when he said to keep my hand on him, and after a few orange and pink drinks, I danced with him so they’d know he was mine.

Which he wasn’t. Not technically, but this weekend he was.

It helped that I glared at some of them until they backed the fuck up.

I was shirtless, my small black swim shorts riding high on my thighs as Miller danced against me.

I was going to have a raging hard-on at this rate, and my drunk ass couldn’t bring himself to care.

If Miller got any closer, he’d definitely feel it.

I slid my hand to his hip and held him half an inch short of contact. What I wanted to do was hold his hips and grind hard against him, but at least I still had the sense not to.

He wiggled a little, testing my resolve.

“Probably not a good idea,” I murmured behind his ear.

He turned his head. “What happens in Vegas...”

Christ.

That wasn’t helping.

Drunk and flirty dirty-dancing Miller wasn’t helping at all.

Because I didn’t want this to stay in Vegas.

I wasn’t sure I could.

How could I go back to our real lives and pretend none of this had happened? That I hadn’t realized this about myself. That I was attracted to my best friend. That I wanted us to be more than friends.

Would I risk it all for a chance?

Do it, Brody. Do it now or you never will.

And I was drunk enough to think what the voice in my head said was a good idea.

What did he say before? Not to kiss his neck because it was his weak spot?

So what did I do?

I held his hips and as I brought his ass into contact with my dick, I kissed his neck. Open lips and sucking.

He froze for a split second before he arched his back, melting into me, then faster than I could stop him, he turned in my arms.

Well, we were certainly touching now.

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