guys,” Danny said, clearly amused. “The quiet ones are always the kinkiest.”
Hell yeah. Brad smiled as he licked the salt and traces of barbecue sauce from his fingers. He caught Cole watching, the blue eyes going dark, and Brad’s smile froze, his body responding in kind. After a twenty-four-hour shift yesterday, Cole had come home at lunch and slept for twelve hours. At midnight, Cole woke Brad up in a most enjoyable way.
Yes, the sex was still friggin’ awesome.
“Of course, they weren’t as optimistic as I was about your relationship,” Danny went on. “I gave you guys four years.”
“Traitor.” Brad shot Danny a look. “You were in on it too?”
Danny shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “Not just me,” he said. “Cole wins it all when you hit the five-year mark.”
“Jesus,” Brad said as he stared at his boyfriend. And he did not just squeak like a schoolgirl. “You gave us five years?”
Which was four years and six months beyond anything Brad had managed to achieve before he’d moved in with Cole. But still, the fact his boyfriend had expected a limit hurt like hell.
Cole’s blue eyes steadily met Brad’s as he calmly took a sip from his mug. “I would have said forever, but we won’t live that long, and I wanted to collect my money at some point.” He coolly raised an eyebrow at him, but Cole’s free hand settled on Brad’s thigh under the table, his thumb brushing back and forth in a soothing manner. “When we get to our five-year anniversary, I get the entire pot.”
Brad laughed. The evil genius lived on.
A grin slowly spread across Brad’s face. “How much will you win?”
“Nine hundred bucks.”
“Nice,” Brad said and then lowered his voice. “You owe me a night on the town when it happens.”
Cole’s smile was for Brad’s eyes only. “Count on it.”
“And no lap dances.”
“Not a problem.”
“Well, until that happens,” Ryan said in an emphatic voice, interrupting their private conversation, “I’m still the winner. So pay up, Martinez.”
With a grunt of disgust Martinez pulled out his wallet and tossed two hundred dollars on the table. “Get the rest from Cole,” he said. “He still owes me a C note for last week’s golf game.”
Something that looked like a pout crossed Cole’s lips, and he tossed a hundred into the pile. “I always pay my bets.”
Brad bit back the smile. A grumpy Cole was still fucking hilarious. Every week the five men played a round of golf. Every week bets were made. And every week Cole lost.
It never got old.
“Don’t worry, man,” Brad said, leaning in to rub his nose along the stubble of Cole’s cheek. “I love you despite the fact your golf game sucks.”
Martinez groaned. “Not in front of the kids, dumbass.” He sighed and turned to Ryan and Danny. “We might as well pay Cole that eight hundred bucks now.”
Loose Id Titles by River Jaymes
Brad’s Bachelor Party
River Jaymes
By day, River works as a (mostly) mild mannered physician in a remote Alaskan town and has accumulated the wacky stories to prove it. At night, the author’s inner badass comes out to play. River likes to read and write edgy books that contain varying levels of tongue-in-cheek humor and plenty of hot, steamy sex between two hunky men.
Hell yeah. Brad smiled as he licked the salt and traces of barbecue sauce from his fingers. He caught Cole watching, the blue eyes going dark, and Brad’s smile froze, his body responding in kind. After a twenty-four-hour shift yesterday, Cole had come home at lunch and slept for twelve hours. At midnight, Cole woke Brad up in a most enjoyable way.
Yes, the sex was still friggin’ awesome.
“Of course, they weren’t as optimistic as I was about your relationship,” Danny went on. “I gave you guys four years.”
“Traitor.” Brad shot Danny a look. “You were in on it too?”
Danny shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “Not just me,” he said. “Cole wins it all when you hit the five-year mark.”
“Jesus,” Brad said as he stared at his boyfriend. And he did not just squeak like a schoolgirl. “You gave us five years?”
Which was four years and six months beyond anything Brad had managed to achieve before he’d moved in with Cole. But still, the fact his boyfriend had expected a limit hurt like hell.
Cole’s blue eyes steadily met Brad’s as he calmly took a sip from his mug. “I would have said forever, but we won’t live that long, and I wanted to collect my money at some point.” He coolly raised an eyebrow at him, but Cole’s free hand settled on Brad’s thigh under the table, his thumb brushing back and forth in a soothing manner. “When we get to our five-year anniversary, I get the entire pot.”
Brad laughed. The evil genius lived on.
A grin slowly spread across Brad’s face. “How much will you win?”
“Nine hundred bucks.”
“Nice,” Brad said and then lowered his voice. “You owe me a night on the town when it happens.”
Cole’s smile was for Brad’s eyes only. “Count on it.”
“And no lap dances.”
“Not a problem.”
“Well, until that happens,” Ryan said in an emphatic voice, interrupting their private conversation, “I’m still the winner. So pay up, Martinez.”
With a grunt of disgust Martinez pulled out his wallet and tossed two hundred dollars on the table. “Get the rest from Cole,” he said. “He still owes me a C note for last week’s golf game.”
Something that looked like a pout crossed Cole’s lips, and he tossed a hundred into the pile. “I always pay my bets.”
Brad bit back the smile. A grumpy Cole was still fucking hilarious. Every week the five men played a round of golf. Every week bets were made. And every week Cole lost.
It never got old.
“Don’t worry, man,” Brad said, leaning in to rub his nose along the stubble of Cole’s cheek. “I love you despite the fact your golf game sucks.”
Martinez groaned. “Not in front of the kids, dumbass.” He sighed and turned to Ryan and Danny. “We might as well pay Cole that eight hundred bucks now.”
Loose Id Titles by River Jaymes
Brad’s Bachelor Party
River Jaymes
By day, River works as a (mostly) mild mannered physician in a remote Alaskan town and has accumulated the wacky stories to prove it. At night, the author’s inner badass comes out to play. River likes to read and write edgy books that contain varying levels of tongue-in-cheek humor and plenty of hot, steamy sex between two hunky men.
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