Page 56 of It's Complicated

Hooking up around my old friends was risky as fuck but thrilling at the same time. Was it the threat of being caught I liked, or was it the possibility of getting away with it under their noses?

“What are you thinking?” I asked, dropping my voice just in case anyone walked past us or was close enough to hear our hushed conversation.

I wasn’t ready for anyone to know what we were doing, but especially not my old friends and teammates.

I’d known most of them since we were in kindergarten, and this kind of information wouldn’t be treated gently. It would spread like wildfire, and they’d never look at me the same again.

Not because I was hooking up with a guy, necessarily. My friends might be a lot of things, but they weren’t homophobic. They were just gossips who’d never shut up about me being with a guy after only ever being with girls.

I wasn’t ready for my big bi reveal, especially since I still wasn’t sure if I was into guys or if it was just Isaac who did it for me. I needed to figure that out before I even thought about letting any of them in on our secret.

And if it turned out that we weren’t bi, or whatever was between us fizzled away, it would be infinitely easier to just keep them in the dark rather than try to explain to everyone that it had just been an experiment between buddies.

It was like trying to catch water with a tennis racket. Once the information was out there, we wouldn’t be able to call it back. I wasn’t ready for any of those conversations, not while things were so up in the air between us.

“Meet me in the pantry in two minutes.”

“Pantry?” I asked as he slipped away.

He didn’t answer, just tossed me a wink over his shoulder and headed toward the kitchen.

Like a moron, I started counting in my head, trying to look normal and not like I was actively stopping myself from sprinting after Isaac so I could find out what he was planning.

I went to take another drink from my beer but stopped and put the half-full cup on a nearby table instead. I wasn’t in the mood to drink and had just been sipping it to have something to do with my hands.

While I finished waiting out the two minutes, I pulled out my phone and pretended to check something on it so I wouldn’t have to worry about being sidelined by someone wanting to chat.

When the time was up, I shoved my phone in my pocket and made my way into the kitchen.

The pantry was in the back corner of the room, tucked in a small hallway of sorts and separate from the rest of the kitchen area. It was as private as you could get at a party, and the few people mingling near the counters were more interested in the snacks than they were in me as I slipped into the small space.

Isaac’s hard body pressed against my back as I closed the door behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist.

“Heya, stranger,” he murmured in my ear.

“Hey,” I said a bit breathlessly, my whole body relaxing as he gave me a little squeeze.

“What do you think of our accommodations?”

“Very dark,” I said with a chuckle. The room was almost pitch black, with only a strip of light around the door, thanks to a lack of windows.

“The switch is to the right of the door.” He pressed his lips against my neck, kissing me gently. “If you want to turn the light on.”

I shivered at the sensation.

“Or we can keep it off and see if it’s true that your other senses get heightened when you cut one off.” He nuzzled my neck and pressed his hard dick against my ass.

I let out a low groan, belatedly remembering that we were in a pantry at a party and had to keep quiet.

“Let’s keep it off. Does the door lock?” I groped for the knob to see if I could find a lock.

“I don’t think so, but it opens inward. We’ll be fine as long as we keep our weight against it.” He rubbed his lips against the back of my neck.

“So, what was your plan when you got me in here?”

“This was the first part.” He hugged me a bit tighter. “I’ve wanted to do this since we got here.”

“Yeah?” I leaned back against him, feeling more settled than I had in hours.

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