Page 68 of Playing to Win

They grinned at him, eyes glazing over, like those of that woman at the hotel’s front desk. And the woman who sold him sweets at the theater. And the—oh.

Fucking hell, it’s the accent.

American tourists who visited Glasgow never ventured out to Drumchapel, or to amateur football matches. The one Yank woman Colin knew, Katie, was a lesbian, and he’d never met a gay American man.

So no one had ever looked at him like these lads were now, like he was a mind-blowing, magical creature. Like he was a unicorn.

He smiled back, and an audible sigh ran through the crowd.

Andrew spoke low in his ear. “Plenty more of that inside.”

“Bye for now!” Colin waved at the lads as he backed away, admiring their admiration of him.

The club was enormous, and pulsing with so much energy Colin thought he’d pop out of his skin.

“Come here.” Andrew led him to the railing overlooking the main dance floor. “Aren’t they beautiful?”

“Yeah, they’re so…tan.” Colin watched the masses of sweaty young men, their bodies undulating and grinding with abandon. He loved the gay clubs in Glasgow for their lack of pretension, but for one night, it was exhilarating being surrounded by the prettiest of the pretty.

Colin sidled close to Andrew and ran a hand up over his nape into his hair. “Not as beautiful as you, though.” He couldn’t wait to drag this man onto the dance floor, plaster their bodies together with sweat and rhythm, then take him back to their hotel room for a blistering, double-kilted fuckfest.

“You may be right,” Andrew said with a laugh. “But you can have me any time.”

“I don’t follow.”

“You saw how those lads outside looked at you, right?” When Colin nodded, Andrew said, “I’ll wager that any of them would cut off an arm to spend one night with us.”

Waves of heat and cold swept over Colin’s head, then down his back. Was Andrew suggesting they each find new…companions? Was he already bored?

Colin chose his words carefully. “When you say ‘us’—”

“I mean us together, not separately.” Andrew reached out and straightened Colin’s shirt at the shoulder. “I’m not daft enough to let you out of my sight with someone else.”

Colin felt only slightly relieved. “So you mean a threesome?”

“Probably.”

“Probably?”

“Three is easier to manage.” Andrew leaned close to be heard over the music. “Foursomes tend to degenerate into a pair of twosomes, which defeats the whole purpose, really.”

Colin pulled back and stared at him, wondering if Andrew were having him on. If so, and he said yes, would he hurt Andrew’s feelings? But if he said no and Andrew wasn’t kidding, Colin would look a prude—or worse, a coward.

“That night in Edinburgh you told me it was a fantasy of yours,” Andrew said. “As it’s your birthday, and we’re in a city of strangers we’ll never see again…” He tilted his head and gave that soft, irresistible smile.

It was true Colin had always dreamed of having two men at once. He’d seen enough porn to know that three mouths, three cocks, three arses, and six hands made for endlessly hot possibilities. And though he’d never admit it to Andrew, Colin rather missed being topped, letting someone else do all the work while he just lay back and enjoyed the ride.

Yet the thought of another lad kissing Andrew, or touching him, or licking, sucking,fuckinghim…

Actually, that was pretty hot too.

Feeling like he was treading through a minefield, Colin offered a smile, a nod, and what he hoped was the correct answer. “Let’s just see what happens, okay?”

= = =

It wasn’t that Andrew was bored with Colin. Quite the opposite—he worried Colin could grow weary ofhim. Not since their first night had he asked to bottom Andrew, but if he was as versatile as he claimed, perhaps he missed the variety.

As predicted, the two of them were swarmed with admirers, who were none too subtle about the reason for their attraction.

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