Page 80 of Final Approach

He hadn’t meant it, right? Theresa and I weren’t ever close to being adventurous in the bedroom, but a threesome with a man would have been so far out of the realm of possibility I might as well have suggested fucking an alien.

Pre-cum wept from the tip of my cock, and I stifled the groan deep in my chest. Why was the thought of that so fucking arousing?

I’d never slept with a man. I’d kissed one in college, before I’d met Theresa, but it was after enough Jager and Redbull I’d chalked it up to experimentation instead of an actual preference. Did I have a thing for men now?

Or just Nikki?

Closing my eyes, I fucked my hand with more gusto, replaying the scene I’d just witnessed behind my eyelids. I hadn’t seen her face when she came, she’d been looking the other way.

But I’d seen his.

Head thrown back, pouty lips parted, naked and biteable ass still thrusting …

Vicious electric currents shot up my spine. The drumming of my heartbeat flooded my ears and my balls drew up and my swollen dick finally released the load it had held for five whole days.

Fuck, yessssssss.

“Hey mate, I—”

My eyes flew open to see Nikki rounding the corner of my tree just as cum shot out of my tip, painting the bush in thick white strands of silly string.

Fuck, noooo.

It wouldn’t stop. The snakes-in-a-can just kept on shooting, taking up the most awkward thirty seconds of my entire existence. Had I ever come this hard?

Nikki closed his mouth, but he also didn’t give me the dignity to look the fuck away. He folded his arms across his chest instead, and watched my dick with a fascinated grin until the faucet was finally dry.

We stood there, two dudes, one with his dick out, in complete silence. Quickly, I tucked myself back into my pants and gritted my teeth. What did I say? It’s not what it looks like?

“I was checking in to see if you were okay, but clearly, you’re doing quite well.” He nodded his chin to the cum-covered bush and wriggled his eyebrows.

“Not as well as you,” I shot back, folding my own arms in some weird, sexually charged stand-off. “I thought you were gay?”

His grin grew impossibly wider, and a demonic glint entered the one eye I could see behind those stupid broken glasses. “I’m bi, mate, but that’s only your business if you’re interested.”

He took a step closer, the move more of an invitation than a threat.

“Are you? Interested, I mean?”

Another step.

“Was all that for her?” He dipped his head toward the evidence again. “Or was a bit of that for me?”

Jesus Christ. I didn’t need to answer because my cheeks mimicked Marley’s. How could one eye be so fucking intense? It was trained on me like a locked missile, and I couldn’t look away.

“I’ve only ever dated women,” I said instead, taking in a breath to inject some steel back into my posture. “Married one, actually.” I held up my bare ring finger as if needing social proof to dispute my confusing growing attraction to a man. “Divorced one. Well, she divorced me.”

He didn’t break his stare, just got another step closer. Less than two feet apart now, I could barely breathe the tension between us was so thick, but at least I didn’t still have my dick out.

“So, that’s not a no, then.” He cocked his head, that single fucking gorgeous eye seeing through me like I was cellophane, and checking me over like I was an item on a special’s menu.

My body responded to his attention way too easily. I had to rein it in before I had another inflated pants issue on my hands.

“That’s not an invitation, either,” I bit out, unable to stop being a petty asshole. “You should know that I kissed her.”

And I would kiss her again if she’d let me. I wanted to sleep next to her tonight, to hold her in my arms like she was mine. My attraction to Nikki was confusing the hell out of me, but my feelings for Marley were embedded in concrete. We’d spent five days facing our own deaths hour by hour, and she made me want to live through them.

His curls bounced as he bobbed his head. “Yeah, she told me.”