Page 108 of Bulletproof
“You mean when I wanted you to go with me, but you said you didn’t have the money, and when I offered to take you, we—”
“No one gives a shit about the play-by-play. I was just thinking about those two guys we met, the surgeons, remember?”
He squinted at me.
“And we all hit it off, and we went to dinner with them, and then after, we went back to their room for drinks and—”
“Oh,” he said, cutting me off, “yeah, I remember.”
I stared at him, waiting.
“What?”
“Well, I don’t get it, then.”
His brows furrowed as he looked up at me.
“I want to hear the story,” Burke chimed in.
“There’s no story,” Aaron told his fraternity brother. “The good doctors wanted Jory and me to have sex with them, and I said no.”
“Why not?”
“Were they gross?” Hayes asked, chuckling.
“No, they were both really hot,” I told them.
“Just don’t—”
“So then, why not?” Burke asked him.
He shook his head.
“Aaron?” another guy pressed him.
“I just didn’t feel like it, Ken,” he told him, identifying the stranger for me.
“You didn’t feel like it, or you didn’t feel like sharing Jory?” Burke asked him.
“I knew it would make Jory uncomfortable,” Aaron said finally.
“I think we all know who wasn’t comfortable,” Ken said snidely.
There was a weird, uncomfortable silence before Hayes gestured for me, patting the empty chair beside him.
“Come have a seat.”
“Oh, screw you,” I told him. “It’s almost three thirty in the morning. I’m goin’ to bed.”
“You look good,” Burke told me. “What did you do tonight?”
And after I told them, they all agreed that my night sounded good too. Not as good as getting laid, bottoming and topping for hours, but certainly fun.
“You always have a good time,” Aaron told me, reaching up and grabbing hold of my hand. “And you always look hot.”
I was in a T-shirt and jeans and black lace-ups. I was the epitome of average. “You’re trashed, Sutter,” I told him. “You should go to bed.”
“And you know all about being trashed, huh, J? How many times did I carry your ass home when we were together?”
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