Page 34 of Lustful Nights

Cole hops off the stage, rushing to the guy. “Hey, Oak. Thanks for picking me up.” The guy—Oak—kisses Cole on the forehead and taps the tip of his nose with his finger, then wraps his arm around his shoulder before turning and looking at us. “Everyone, this is Oak.”

“Is this the boyfriend?” Bash asks.

I can sense Declan’s dick shriveling up and dying at the mention of the new guy having a boyfriend. Declan might be open to casual relationships with men, but he has a strict rule against cheating. That’s a line he’ll never cross.

Cole and Oak glance at one another, then laugh loudly. “Uh, no,” Cole says, grabbing hold of his stomach as he bends over. “I’m straight. So is Oak. He’s my best friend.”

He shrugs and Declan whips his head in my direction with Tristan and Bash, having similar confused expressions on their faces.

“Oh, my bad,” Bash says, turning to face me, eyes wide.

“It’s fine. We’re frequently mistaken for boyfriends. I don’t know why they’d think that, though.” He shrugs, nuzzling in closer to his friend. I know some best friends are close, but I’ve never seen friends like that. They haven’t stopped touching one another since Oak walked in.

“All right, well, it was great to meet you, Oak. And we’re damn lucky to have you join us, Cole. I’m gonna head home. I’ve got some studying to do.”

I gather up all of my stuff and then go home for the night.

14

JENSEN

Lennox:Question number 11. When did you have your first kiss?

Jensen:I was thirteen years old. Maggie from my class. Question number 11. When was your first kiss?

Lennox:I was sixteen. Regretted it right after it happened.

Jensen:Why?

Lennox:He was a dick. Stopped talking to me immediately afterward. Whatever his loss. Question number 12. What age did you lose your virginity?

Jensen:I was too young. That’s for damn sure. Question number 12. Is there a specific reason you haven’t lost yours?

Lennox:Not really. No one was good enough, I guess. I want it, just didn’t think anyone in the past was worth it. Question number 13. What are your thoughts on this?

Lennox:

My eyes pop out when I open the text Lennox sent. He’s standing in front of a mirror, but the top of his head is cut off so I can’t see his face. The entire picture is of him wearing a sexy-as-hell plaid skirt with black tights and high-heel boots. I’ve seen Lennox in skirts, panties, and jockstraps, but I’ve never seen himthisdressed up. It’s a gratifying feeling, knowing he’s dressed up for me.

“What are you doing, man? You call that a throw? What the fuck?” Nick yells, standing up off the couch and charging toward the TV, his hands moving wildly.

I shield my phone from his view to keep my screen private. I glance at Nick to make sure he’s not paying attention before gazing back at my screen. Lennox is showing off his toned physique, hiking one leg up onto the white toilet seat, so I can see not only his black tights but also the knee-high boots I want circling my waist. I imagine having my way with Lennox in that outfit and I instantly get hard. Which is fucking stupid since his brother—and my best friend—is in the same damn room with me. If he knew the thoughts I was having about his baby brother right now, he would have his hands around my throat and would kick my ass up and down the street.

Nick’s preoccupied with the game, so I take a second to glance at the picture again. Fuck, he’s beautiful. I’ve never thought of a man as beautiful before, but that’s exactly what Lennox is. And it’s not only his looks; his personality is more than I could ever imagine. The way he is sassy but extremely caring at the same time. How he’s always wanting to act all tough, but deep down, he’s vulnerable and just wants to be loved.

And I want to be that man for him. The longer I’m with him, the more I realize I could fall for him. Which is fucking wild, since I didn’t even realize I was attracted to men until a few weeks ago. But there’s something different and enticing about Lennox. About how he makes me want to be the best version of myself and how all I want to do is protect him.

“Can you believe this shit?” Nick yells, shaking me from my thoughts of Lennox.

I glance up at him to notice he’s still glaring at the TV, not giving me an ounce of attention. “Nah, man. Can’t believe it at all,” I mumble.

Maybe I should tell Nick and get it over with. How mad could he really be? It’s not like I’m scum or an asshole. Perhaps he’d finally be happy that his brother has found someone who’s better for him. I don’t see him getting too upset with us. Maybe just at the fact we kept it a secret. But we could always explain what we were thinking.

A commercial pops up on the TV, and I watch Nick disappear out of the living room, returning moments later with two fresh beers. He twists off the caps of both, offering me one as he sits in the recliner.

“I think my brother is seeing another asshole,” Nick says, taking a sip of his beer and leaning back into the seat, closing his eyes tightly.

“Oh, yeah?” I ask, my pulse speeding up. “What makes you think that?”

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