Page 19 of Knocked Up By the Playboy

He just nodded once, his expression hard to decipher.

“You confuse the hell out of me,” Nathan finally said as we slowly walked up the wooden front stairs that led up to the Jade Brewery entrance.

“In a good way, I hope?”

He turned around so that he was facing me, stopping for a moment. My eyes naturally gravitated downward—I was only human, after all—and beneath his pants, and I saw a very visible bulge there.

He was hard. Mentioning what we’d done the other night had gotten him to at least a half-chub, right out here on the street.

Deep satisfaction curled its way through my body.

Well, would you look at that, straight guy.

“Let’s just have some beer and some food and relax tonight,” Nathan said, shifting awkwardly on his feet before taking a deep breath in. I had no idea if he knew I’d seen his bulge, but I did know the image would be lodged in my mind for the rest of the night.

I nodded once. “Because I confuse your dick,” I said.

“That is not what I said—” he started to protest.

“Sorry, sorry,” I said, holding my hands up. “I confuseyou. Got it. Beer and food, let’s go—”

“I mean, you have agreatcock, but I think it was just interesting to watch another guy get off, or something,” he said, suddenly flustered. “Curiosity, right? It’s not a big deal. Plenty of straight guys look at nice dicks every day in porn.”

My attention perked up immediately. The rest of the group had just disappeared inside the bar, and now it was just me and Nathan standing on the front porch. I paused for a moment, trying to think of how to respond to him. A million awful options floated through my head.

I mean, if you liked looking at my dick, wait ‘til you feel it in your mouth.

The only thing I’m “confused” about is when you’re going to watch me get off again.

Not sure if you’re into dudes? Come fuck me and find out.

The silence bloomed between us until I was so pent up that my groin ached, and I swore Nathan might explode right there in front of me.

“Uh, that’s true,” I said finally, proud of myself for not blurting out every thought in my filthy mind. “Plenty of straight guys look at cocks all the time. You’re right, Nathan.”

But how many of them stand over me while I come, practically close enough to catch it on their tongue?

He bit his lower lip, then let it go. “It was hot. Obviously. I just—”

I held up a hand. “I get it. It was hot, but confusing. Right?”

“God, yes.”

I gave him a nod. “I won’t bug you anymore.”

Something flashed in his eyes. “You can bug me,” he said, so earnestly it was almost cute. “Please. Bug me all you want. Fuck with me. It’s the most fun I’ve had in years, okay?”

Some strange affection bubbled up in me at that moment. Nathan was being completely real with me, even though he barely knew me. Hell, he’d been that way since the first moment I met him. Unafraid. Starstruck, a little, but not at all in the way other people were.

Nathan treated me like a person. No more, no less. And something about that felt really fucking good, even after I’d been a little addicted to fame for the past year.

“You got it,” I told him. “I’m glad I’m bringing some fun to your world. You deserve it.”

Nathan nodded once, and I swore it was as if he shifted right back into business mode, giving me a polite smile. “Thank you, Kace. Well, I’m glad you understand. Come on inside, the first round’s on me.”

He turned around, swinging open the front doors to the brewery and heading in.

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