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“It’s my mom’s birthday,” he added. “I have to go over to my parents’ place. Believe me, I’d rather be doing this.”
My chest loosened. “Ah, yeah. Family’s more important.”
His lips twisted. “Than getting my popsicle devoured? I don’t know. Tough call.”
Jesus, I’d done that, hadn’t I? I’d fucking gulped down Ash Dixon’s cock. The man who’d once been my closest childhood friend. The man who I’d vowed to hate.
“Yeah, well, next time you can get on your knees for me.”
He raised an eyebrow. “But you looked so good there.”
I flipped him off, and he chuckled. “Maybe we should Rock-Paper-Scissors for it.”
I snorted. “Not exactly what my dad had in mind when he taught us how to take turns.”
Ash grinned. “Hey, a life lesson is a life lesson. This one never fails.” He reached around me, grabbing my ass. Then murmured in my ear, “How else will we decide who fucks who?”
Oh, damn. My hole clenched.
Ash in my ass? I hadn’t thought about that. I’d imagined fucking him when we were in the heat of the moment, but I hadn’t once envisioned it the other way around.
But I had to admit, it wasn’t out of the question. A tendril of curiosity unfurled in me. Could I take his dick, make him groan even harder than when I’d sucked him?
Would it hurt—or would it feel amazing? Maybe both.
So many questions. And only one way to get an answer.
I met Ash’s eyes. “Better bring your A game.”
“Oh, I will.” His low voice rumbled through me, setting my nerves on fire. “But either way, I’ll win.”
It took me all the way down for the boat before I wrapped my head around what he meant.
Top or bottom. Pitcher or Catcher.
Ash wanted it all.
And hell if I didn’t too.
CHAPTER 22
Ash
“Ashton and Mel!” My mom embraced me with one arm and Mel with the other. “I’m so glad to see you together again!”
“No, we’re?—”
Mom spoke over me. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to this boy, Mel. Don’t let him tell you otherwise.”
“Aw, thanks. I think I’m pretty great too,” Mel said.
“Happy birthday, Mom.”
“Thank you, sweetie! I’m glad you could make it.”
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
Mom’s birthday party had been on my calendar for weeks, but I couldn’t deal with Rick without a buffer, so I’d brought Mel.
