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“I can’t make promises I might not be able to keep. As much as I care about you, and as badly as I want you, I still like women. I can’t see that going away, and if we do this, I don’t know how it might play out. It wouldn’t be fair to tell you I’ve got all the answers when I don’t.” He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a heavy breath. “What I can tell you is I want this. I want you, and I’m not taking anything lightly. But I need to know if you can live with the fact that I’m still sorting myself out.”
Goddammit.Every step forward was followed by a sucker punch. “I thought you said you didn’t want it to be casual.”
“I don’t. We wouldn’t just be hooking up. It would mean too much to both of us to be only that. But I’m straight except for wanting you. This is new for me, and I don’t know how it’s going to feel.”
This was some kind of fucked up. I’d always known I couldn’t have Riley the way I wanted, but hearing him say it out loud put me in an impossible position. He needed me. But notonlyme. Notalwaysme.
Was it pathetic to take whatever he was willing to give so I could have at leastsomeof him? Maybe. There were all kinds of relationships, and not everything fits in a neat little box labeled romance. For a man like Riley, who’d spent his whole life chasing women, this had to be confusing as hell. I needed to be a good enough friend to give him room to figure things out. Surely I could hold on a little longer to see if he caught up.
I took a breath and tried for a smile. “I get it. And I guess that leaves me free as well. Who knows, maybe I’ll meet a guy who’s all in for me and get swept off my feet.”
Some of the color drained out of Riley’s cheeks. “Yeah. Sure. That would be… awesome for you. I should be ready for that.”
Classic Riles. If I actually met someone, he’d be happy for me or die trying. “As long as we’re honest with each other,” I said, “our friendship will be okay.”God, I hope that’s right.
He sagged against the back of the sectional and let out a shaky breath. “Play it by ear then?”
“Sure.”
My chest felt like it might rip in two. My heart couldn’t keep up with what we were saying, so I tried for something a little more positive. “What does that make us, then? Friends with benefits?”
He made a face. “Way more than that. We’re best friends who need to show each other everything we feel.”
“That’ll work.” I hoped it would.
“So…” He grinned and bounced his eyebrows. “You really like me, fat ass and all?”
“I believe you’re referring to your incredible hockey butt. The one I’ve stared at since you came to Buffalo.”
“Yep. The one I bet you can’t wait to get your hands on again.”
I rolled my eyes. “Easy. Bring that ego down a notch or two.” I shot him a grin. “Besides, I happen to have noticed you can’t keep your eyes off me. You can’t wait to lick my abs, can you?”
The tension broke, and we both laughed. When we had to stop to catch our breath, Riles looked into my eyes. “This means we’re all set for sex, right?”
“All set.”
Before I could second-guess things, Riley launched himself across the sectional and crawled into my lap, pinning me back, and crashing his mouth to mine. The noise in my head disappeared, and all that was left was him.
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riley and logan
RILEY
The tripto Logan’s room was one long, messy kiss as we steered each other down the hall, hands everywhere, mouths hot and insistent. Halfway there, I spun us around so he was backing up, but by the time we got to the bedroom, he’d reversed us again. Competitive bastard.
He broke the kiss and said, “Get naked. No foreplay. We’ll do that later.”
It didn’t take thirty seconds for us to strip and send our clothes flying in every direction. I barely caught a glimpse of his thick cock before he pulled me into a full-body press with no space between us. It was hot as hell: our leg hairs tangling, his chest hair scratching my bare skin, our cocks bumping like they were about to duel. When he crushed his mouth to mine and slid his tongue deep inside, I made a high-pitched sound that had never come out of me before.
He broke the kiss and traced his tongue across my jaw. When our stubble rasped together, I shivered. The soft noise, along with the scratch and pinpricks, sent a jolt straight to my cock. I’d already been hard. Now I was steel.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said. “Can I make one of my fantasies come true?”
If it meant he’d touch me, I’d have agreed to anything. “Yeah. Then it’s my turn.”
My heart drummed wildly, and when he dropped to his knees, I felt like it was trying to punch through my ribs.
