Page 107 of Finance Bros

I shift around, finally managing to wiggle under the covers with him. He’s got an open arm I lie on, and he pulls me against his side. I rest my hand on his stomach, lightly tracing the line of dark hair on his lower abs. It’s even better and sexier than it was in my daydreams.

He reaches out and turns off the light. I don’t think it’s all that late, but the sun has set. The streetlight outside his living room puts plenty of light into his bedroom, though. In the outline of the bay window, Bud is sitting up, looking out.

“Shit,” I whisper. “Stephanie’s all by herself.”

“Fuck. You want me to go grab her?”

“Like take a Lyft to my place, pick up the dog, and get a ride back?” I ask in disbelief.

“I mean…”

“No, I’ll just…I’ll go home in a little bit.”

He holds me tighter. “Wish you didn’t have to.”

“At least you’ll be able to sleep,” I say. Also, the fact that I have an excuse to go definitely limits my options for launching into the dreary subject of my homosexual origin story. It’s not the kind of thing I can just drop and run. I’d lose my mind without talking it out. It’s one of those things that requires multiple levels of explanation and probably provokes more questions than it answers.

“Can you come back in the morning?” he asks. “Bring her with you so you don’t have to worry about it?”

“Um. Sure,” I say, surprised by the request.

“Okay, good.” Ryan turns to face me, his leg wrappingaround mine this time before he kisses me like we didn’t just have the most intense sex of my life. I touch his face, feeling his jaw move and his lashes flutter. I run my thumb against the grain of the short stubble on his cheek. He pulls away slowly, his hand smoothing circles on my ass. “You feel okay?”

I nod. “You?”

“Yeah. Does it hurt?”

“Now or during?”

“Either?”

“It’s intense,” I tell him. “You’re huge.”

“Sorry.” He ducks his head, pressing his forehead to mine. Our noses bump and I can’t help my small, stupid smile.

“Don’t be,” I tell him. “I love it.”

“You’re throwing that word around a lot tonight.”

“I said it twice.”

“You said it way more than twice.”

Maybe. Who knows what the fuck I was saying when he was tunneling through my insides. “Told you it was intense.”

His mouth grazes mine in an almost kiss. I follow it up with a real one, only stopping when my cock threatens to thicken again. I guess he follows theit doesn’t count if you say it when you’re fuckingrule.

I wonder if it counts when you’re doped up on cough syrup.

“Can we start tomorrow like this?” I ask.

“If you want.”

I hate that answer. “What doyouwant?”

“For you to let me go get the damn dog so you don’t have to sleep by yourself tonight.”

This time, I think he might mean it, but that doesn’t stop me from double-checking. “Are you being serious?”

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