Page 1 of Not That Guy

One year earlier

Weston

Sometimes I wondered why I let myself get talked into doing stupid things. Then I remembered that it made my senior partners happy.

Take panel discussions—always boring as hell. Five of us sitting under hot lights, droning on about estate planning as it affected marital property in a divorce, meant I was ready to partake in the evening festivities.

The one good thing was the assurance from the coordinator of the event that as a panelist, my bar drinks would be comped, and I sure as hell had taken advantage of that generosity in the form of two straight vodkas.

A light tease of perfume invaded my space, and I looked at the beautiful redhead standing by my side.

“Can I get you a drink?”

Deep-set blue eyes swept up and down, and damned if they didn’t dismiss me. “No, thanks.” She hailed the bartender, ordered a Chardonnay, and walked away.

Stung, I held out my glass. “Make it a double.”

“Well, well. Lost your touch? Who would’ve ever thought the great Weston Lively would get snubbed?”

What the— I spun to my left and came face-to-face with the arrogant smirk of Brenner Fleming. Eyes narrowed, I casually sipped my drink before answering.

“Planning to shoot your shot with her? Why don’t you go for it, Fleming? You always did come in second to me, no matter how hard you tried. I’m sure nothing’s changed.”

It had been like that since law school. Fleming and I had been one-two in class rank for all three years.

I was the editor-in-chief of Law Review , and he’d taken that same position on our school’s Family Law Review —the first of its kind in the country and pretty damn prestigious as well.

Not that I’d ever say that to his face. Our rivalry for best in class was well known and had extended to our fraternity, where each year we’d battled for president, with me winning two of the three years.

At graduation I’d given the valedictorian speech, and I’d seen from the podium how he’d seethed.

Less than a percentage point had separated us.

But I’d come out on top.

I’d never been that competitive, but something about Brenner got my juices flowing.

His unconcealed disdain for me—unwarranted, in my eyes—had always been a catalyst to make sure I never failed.

I’d studied hard and partied harder once exams had finished, but Brenner would never join us.

He was a lone wolf whose scorn for me showed in his scowl every time we said two words to each other.

He thought I was a spoiled, rich brat, and he never failed to sneer at my antics when the weekend rolled around.

And I thought he was boring and judgmental as fuck.

We didn’t click and made no attempt to hide our mutual dislike, which only grew each year.

His hard jaw working, he finished the rest of his drink and beckoned for another. “Maybe in law school that might’ve been true, but now I always win.”

A familiar face peeked over Fleming’s shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you two are still going at it?

You’re both rich, successful, and gorgeous.

Why are you acting like idiots? Maybe you’re gonna whip ’em out and measure ’em to see who’s got the biggest dick?

I mean, I wouldn’t mind…” A grin split the man’s handsome face. “How the hell are you, Weston?”

“Bailey Marks. I’m good. How’s it going?”

He stepped past a scowling Fleming to give me a hug. Always a bundle of fun, openly gay, and never lacking a date, Bailey was in our class and a member of our fraternity. He’d often act as the buffer whenever Fleming and I would get in each other’s faces.

“It’s going well. Being a solo practitioner means I gotta keep my fingers in every piece of the pie.” His eyes twinkled. “Or cake, if you know what I mean.”

“Jesus, Bailey.” Brenner’s brows shot up. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

“Neither have you, Brenner,” I told him. “Still the same tight-ass you were almost fifteen years ago.” The liquor had loosened my tongue, and I wasn’t giving a damn. “You need to get laid.”

His scowl deepened. “That’s always been your answer for everything. Some of us are particular about their bed partners.”

Maybe that was it. Pure and simple jealousy. I’d had no shortage of women, and far as I knew, Brenner rarely dated. We were at opposite ends of the universe except in the classroom, the two of us fierce competitors, though I doubted he was running from the same devil.

“As I recall, you didn’t exactly have them breaking through the doors for your charms. My guess is, that’s probably still the case. What’s the problem? You’re a decent-looking guy.”

A flush rose over his face, and I smirked.

No matter how many years had passed, it was still fun to get a rise out of him.

Truth was, I was straight, but I was sure the women found Brenner hot as hell.

Six foot two, big blue eyes, a full head of thick, wavy dark hair, and a body he obviously took care of.

I’d seen plenty of women and quite a few men tonight give him the eye. Not that I’d ever tell him.

Brenner’s stormy eyes dismissed me, disdain oozing from every pore. “The day I explain myself to you is the day I lie down and stop breathing.”

Probably to break the tension, Bailey broke into our face-off. “Well, if either of you wants to take a walk on the wild side, I’m here for it.” Bailey winked and waggled his brows.

Leave it to Bailey to say something outrageous. Laughter burst from my mouth. “What? I’ve never been with a man.”

“First time for everything, and I’m offering to pop your cherry. To teach you. Both of you.” A pink tongue swiped at his full lips. “Back in the day, I used to have dreams of you and Brenner.”

“You’re cute, Bailey, but not my type.” I patted his cheek. “Maybe Brenner’ll take you up on it.”

A snort greeted my ears. “Fuck off, Weston. Bailey, you know I love you, but not like that.”

By this time, I was four vodkas in and feeling no pain. The music started, and people moved to the dance floor. Bailey grabbed my hand and Brenner’s.

“Well, if we’re not going to get horizontal, at least come dance with me. Give me a little bit of fantasy to take home.”

“I’m in, but you know Brenner. He’s a dud. He’ll never do it. Plus, he can’t dance.” My words brought a flush to his face and had the desired effect. Brenner gulped his drink.

“Fuck you. Let’s do it.”

Wide-eyed, Bailey grinned. “Oh man, come on. I’m ready to be the pastrami in a Lively-Fleming sandwich.”

The bar wasn’t restricted to the panelists and bar-association guests, and the floor was crowded.

I hadn’t danced in forever and was itching to let my inhibitions go.

While my partners were always women, I didn’t give a damn if I was seen dancing with a man, and to my surprise, Brenner seemed to feel the same.

Bailey got his way, and Brenner and I danced with him in the middle.

He ground his butt into me first, before he turned to give Brenner the same treatment.

At some point, we attracted other male and female partners.

A large group formed, and we all ended up dancing with each other.

Bailey thrust a shot in my face, and I swallowed it and then another.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him repeat the same with Brenner.

The music thumped, and the lights flashed.

Hands grabbed my ass. Lips grazed my cheek.

God, I was turned-on. It didn’t even matter who was touching me at this point.

I was so damn horny, I couldn’t see straight.

I needed someone. Anyone. A round ass pushed into my hips, and I slipped my arms around their waist. My dick was rock hard, and I knew they could feel me.

They didn’t pull away, and we ground and bumped each other.

Then light flashed over dark, wavy hair.

It was a guy.

It was Brenner.

I didn’t fucking care.

Adrenaline rushed through me, and I kept a steady rock of my pelvis into his ass. His head fell back to my shoulder, and I closed my eyes and pressed my face into his neck.

“Oh yeah,” he panted, and I knew he hadn’t the slightest clue it was me holding him.

Fuck, he smelled good. It must’ve been the drinks that led me to lick his neck. The taste of his sweat and heat burst on my tongue, and I nipped at the tender skin, feeling him shiver in my arms. Goddamn, it was hot. I did it again, and my dick jerked.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I breathed in his ear.

“Oh God,” he groaned, continuing to grind his ass into my aching dick. Heat poured off the two of us. My hands reached lower and brushed against his groin. He was as hard as I was.

“Fuck, Brenner, you want it.”

Hissing, he jumped away and faced me. The colored lights revealed eyes blown wide and an open mouth. “West?” he gasped, paling.

I stood still as the bodies rocked and danced. My control was slipping. It didn’t matter that it was a man. Or Brenner.

I needed to feel.

“Upstairs,” I croaked.

Without a word, Brenner took off across the dance floor, and for a moment I stood rooted to the spot, watching him thread his way through the dancing throngs.

My feet had a mind of their own, and I traversed the space and caught up with him as he fled into the elevator.

I slipped in after him. He kept his head down and didn’t look at me.

Not when I followed him after he exited the elevator, nor at the door to his room.

Blood rushed through my veins, and I was on fire. Reckless. What the hell had taken possession of me, I had no clue, but I’d never wanted…never needed anyone like I needed Brenner Fleming.

Huge and hazy, Brenner’s eyes pinned mine. He waited by the door, his chest heaving. He licked his lips, and my dick throbbed. A matching bulge in his pants let me know I wasn’t the only one ready to explode.

“West?”

His whispered question roared in my ears. I took a step forward, and he swayed toward me. I crowded him up against the door. “Oh, yeah.” I couldn’t stop myself from touching him. “I need to know.”

“What…ohhhh.” He sighed, then froze as I buried my face in his neck again, lips pressed to the rapidly jumping pulse.

“Inside,” I rasped. My head spun, and my heart pounded. I was on a roller coaster hurtling for an unknown destination. No way off.

Brenner’s hands shook as he touched the card to the reader, and we entered the dark room.

My mouth crashed into Brenner’s, and after his initial gasp of shock, his throaty groan sent an electric current straight to my dick.

Was it strange kissing a man? I didn’t give myself a chance to think as Brenner’s hot, wet tongue touched my lips and his hungry, needy sounds vibrated through me.

“West,” he gasped against my cheek. “I’ve never—”

“Me neither. But I have to…” My fingers went for his belt, and he hissed as I unzipped his pants and released his thick cock. Heat rose from his skin, and I couldn’t take my eyes off my fingers wrapped around him. “Oh, fuck.”

Why I hadn’t expected Brenner to reciprocate I had no idea, but his large hands yanked at my zipper and pulled out my throbbing dick. A moan of pleasure spilled from my lips, startling me, but I couldn’t stifle it.

We stood like two statues until we began moving in unison, each of us stroking the other from root to dripping tip.

That same overwhelming, soul-stealing sensation swept through me, and soon we were humping each other, our hips snapping.

My mouth latched on to Brenner’s neck while he tangled his fingers into my hair to hold me steady as he pumped the length of my aching shaft with a hard and steady hand.

“Fuck…fuck…oh, my God.” A blast of hot come spurted from his dick, and he shivered and keened.

The wildness in his face set off my orgasm, and faster than I could blink, it ripped me apart from head to toe.

Our breaths mingled, and feeling my legs start to give out, I leaned heavily on him.

The gallop of his heart pounded alongside the stuttering rhythm of my own.

“Get off me,” he rumbled, giving my shoulder a halfhearted push.

The high had begun to recede, and in the dim light spilling through the windows and the half-open curtains, I gazed at my sticky hand. A hand that had been holding Brenner Fleming’s dick only a minute ago.

“We were drunk,” I stated. “This doesn’t mean shit.”

Head bowed, Brenner couldn’t meet my eyes. “No kidding. I never said it did. You’re still an ass.”

“Congratulations, Fleming.” I washed my hands in the bathroom, then tucked my shirt in my pants and zipped up. “For once, you came first.”

I shut the door behind me.