Page 77 of Hot Doggin'
“Well, well. If it isn’t the Home Improvement Homos. How’s it hanging, boys?” His words are slurred, and his breath smells like a distillery.
“Lower than yours,” Mac snipes.
The joke sails right over Bruce’s drunk head. But he’s lucid enough to realize he’s been insulted somehow.
He narrows his beady little eyes. “Bunch of fucking queers.”
“Yeah, you’re right, Bruce. We’re totally gay for each other,” Mac laughs. “Ain’t that right, Stiles?”
I’ve had enough of the bullshit lies and sneaking around. If this dumb motherfucker can’t handle the truth, it’s his problem, not ours. “That’s right, Mac.” Leaning across the table, I plant a quick kiss on his lips. Most everyone laughs or cheers and claps, and most of them probably think it’s a joke. Some might take us seriously and either care or not. Either way, I’m done renting headspace over it.
Bruce glares, spits a disgusting wad onto the floor, and takes off. Mac is grinning, and I can’t help but join him.
“Were you trying to goad him into a fight so you could win twenty bucks?”
“Hey,” he shrugs, “a win is a win.”
Fuck these people and this place. I just want to be alone with him. “Let’s get out of here. We can go for a ride.”
Without another word, Mac pushes to his feet, grabs our empty plates, tosses them in the trash, and heads for the door. We straddle our bikes and take off down Highway Nine, headingfor my spot.Ourspot. The mile marker comes into view and we pull off the highway onto the little dirt road that leads to the clearing overlooking the mountains.
Taking a seat on the large flat rocks, I remove my sunglasses and clip them onto the neckline of my shirt.
“Been a long time since we’ve been out here.”
“Lots happened since then,” Mac says, removing his sunglasses as well.
I meet his bright blue eyes. “Do you regret any of it?”
Mac grins. ”Which part? Falling in love with you? Buying a home with you? Giving up on women for the rest of our lives? Or are you asking if I regret those baked beans I just ate? Cause I definitely might.”
Fucking jackass. “All of it? Any of it? Besides the baked beans, because that’s a given.” He’s definitely not bottoming for me tonight.
“The only thing I regret…” Mac pauses mid-sentence to take my lips in a mind-melting kiss that makes my dick half-hard. “Is waiting four years to get my shit together and make my move.”
EPILOGUE
MCCORMICK
“Fixthe lighting so it’s not pointing directly at my balls.”
Stiles points to my sac. “Fix your balls so they’re not threatening to burst out of your fucking boxers.”
Whatever. Sliding my hand down my pants, I rearrange my junk so one of my balls doesn’t slip out the leg. I’ve got to make it look juicy, though. That’s what my viewers want to see. Pretty sure they’re not logging on to myYouTubechannel for my gorgeous face.
Or my advanced knitting skills.
Stiles climbs onto the bed beside me. It’s the first video we’re co-hosting, and I can tell how nervous he is, constantly checking himself out in the mirror across from our bed.
He frowns. “You sure I have to take my shirt off?”
“Of course, I’m sure! These people want to see nipples. They want abs. They like a furry chest.”
He smirks and rolls his eyes. “And here I thought this was a knitting video.”
“Please,” I scoff. “Half of them don’t even knit. They want to see your balls.”
“Well,” he laughs. “They’re out of luck.”
