Page 30 of Not That Guy

He snickered. “You’re so upset. I wanted to taste your flavor to see if I like it.” He did it again. “Besides, I’ve sucked your dick. Licking your ice cream cone should be nothing.”

A man with a huge camera, who was taking a picture of two men, obvious influencers, whooped with laughter. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.”

I punched West in the shoulder. “Ignore him, he’s an idiot.”

Weston winked, and we strolled away.

Back inside, I turned on the ball game, and we settled on the couch to watch. The afternoon melted into the night, and West frowned.

“I don’t want to go home, but I don’t have any clothes.”

“You could wear mine.” The words fell from my lips without me even thinking, and a wicked grin tipped up Weston’s lips.

“You don’t want me eating your fries or licking your ice cream cone, but you don’t mind me wearing your clothes? Or sucking your dick?” He ran his foot up my leg, his tongue sweeping along his lips, and my cock hardened. “Make it make sense.”

“I don’t have to. Take it or leave it.” I had to admit I kind of liked the thought of him wearing my clothes. I’d never let West know that, and I immediately shut that thought down as way too fast, too soon.

We’re just having fun here.

“Oh, I’ll take it.”

We ordered in Mexican and ate tacos on the terrace. Weston finished his beer and sighed.

“This is damn nice. I’ve never seen the city from this side.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty spectacular. You should see it when they have fireworks for the Fourth.”

“Maybe you’ll invite me for a special viewing.” His eyes sparked hot.

“Maybe I will.”

My phone buzzed with a text, and I grimaced. Weston arched a brow. “Problem?”

“Christine.”

“Ignore it.” He set his bottle on the table and rose to his feet. “You’re busy.” A devilish light sparked in his eyes. “I talked a lot about sucking your dick. Time to put up. Or out.”

“Sounds like a good idea.” I joined him, and he slipped his arms around my waist. The bulge of his erection pushed against my own. I’d never been a person who thought about sex all the time, but Weston changed that. Fact was, he’d changed everything I’d ever known about myself.

The buzzing stopped, and Weston nuzzled my neck. “See? I’m always right.” His hands tugged at my shorts.

“Wh-what’re you doing?”

“Up, up, and away.” He hummed in my ear, then took my shorts and briefs with him as he sank to his knees. My cock swung free, and I was on the verge of protest but he took me into his mouth, and my objection turned into a long, drawn-out moan.

“West…ah…” I clutched at his hair as he sucked hard, his tongue lapping every inch of my throbbing dick.

My phone rang, and Christine’s name popped up. “Shit…she, uh…she’s calling now.” It continued to ring and ring, but I was too lost in sensation, drowning in a wave of desire I willingly let pull me under.

He growled and sucked, adding his hand in a rapid motion.

I trembled from head to toe. The sound of people laughing from the terrace below, the knowledge we were out in the open, even as hidden as we were by the wall, was so dangerously exciting, I flung my head back and cried out as I came.

West coughed and sputtered, come dripping from his lips.

“Guess it’ll take me a while to master the technique.”

Unable to catch my breath, I collapsed in the chair while West took a bunch of leftover napkins and wiped his face.

“You hear me complaining?” I reached for him, ready and eager to return the favor, but another text came through, and this time I read it.

I know you’re upstairs. Your doorman told me. And that you have a visitor. Tony and I are waiting downstairs to take you out for drinks. Both of you. *devil-horns emoji*

I groaned out loud. “Fuck my life.”

“What is it?” Weston asked. “What does she want?”

“To take us out for a drink—I mean, to take me out for a drink, but she’s outside with Tony and said she knows I’m upstairs with someone…” My face grew hot. “And she added a devil-horns emoji.”

Weston snickered. “She’s a trip.” He helped me pull up my shorts. “So let’s go.” He kissed me. “You can pick up where you were about to start later.”

I gaped at him. “Uh, hello? It’s Christine. I thought we were keeping this to ourselves for now.”

“And? Why can’t two guys just hang out to watch the game? Maybe we were gonna go out after. Don’t make it a big deal, and she won’t either.” His nonchalance was something I wished I could learn.

I chewed my lip. “I guess so.”

“Answer her.”

Sorry. Was on the terrace. Be there in a few.

“We better change.”

In record time, we put on jeans. I lent Weston a button-down, and I couldn’t help staring—he’d rolled up the sleeves and the sight of his forearms with the dusting of golden hair over his tanned skin was the sexiest thing on the planet.

Did being attracted to men make me an arm man? I gazed at his ass in my pants, and it was pretty nice, but it didn’t give me the same vibe as his powerful arms.

“What’re you staring at?” Weston asked as we waited for the elevator.

I jerked my gaze up to his smirk, and I thought, What the hell am I so worried about?

“Nothing.”

A black car sat idling in front, and the window slid open. Christine stuck her head out the window. “I knew it.”

I opened the car door. “Knew what? Hey, Tony,” I greeted Christine’s husband.

“Bren, how’re you feeling?”

“Much better. No more headaches, the bruising is almost gone, and my ankle is holding up. I have this brace from the doctor. It gives me more stability. This is my friend, Weston Lively.”

“How’s it going?” Tony greeted him, and I would bet my ass Christine had already given him West’s pedigree and shoe size.

“Good. Nice to meet you, and good to see you again, Christine.”

“It’s great to see you. What have you two boys been up to?”

I watched as Weston practiced his bullshit, and he was a master. “We watched the game and had some Mexican. I’ve never been to this part of Brooklyn, so Brenner showed me the view from his terrace. Pretty amazing.”

Her eyes narrowed as she studied the two of us. My intuition told me she didn’t buy it but couldn’t say anything outright. “It is.”

“What brings you here?” I asked.” You’re city people.”

Tony chuckled. “Madden’s company put up a new mixed-use building in Greenpoint, and we’re opening a Gigante’s in it, so we’re celebrating. We figured as long as we’re on this side of the bridge, you should join us. Archer and Madden are meeting us at the restaurant.”

“I didn’t mean to barge in on your celebration.” For the first time, Weston looked uncomfortable. “I can go home.”

“Don’t be silly.” Christine reached out and squeezed his arm.

“I have a feeling we’re all going to end up great friends.

” Her smile was pure mischief, but I refused to engage.

It didn’t matter because she wasn’t interested in me anyway.

It was Weston she was after. “Weston, I want to make sure you know about my fund raiser, and that you plan to come.”

Looking a bit lost, Weston glanced at me. “Fund raiser?”

She explained, and Weston’s whole demeanor changed. The light in his eyes dimmed, and his mouth drooped. “My mother passed away from blood cancer. I’d like to help any way possible.”

She took out her phone. “Give me your contact info. I’ll make sure you’re on the list. Brenner always comes, so you’ll have a friend to spend the night with.”

The car arrived at the restaurant, but before we entered, I took Christine by the arm. “I know what you’re doing.”

“Do you?” She patted my cheek. “I thought you would. I always say listen to your heart, darling. It won’t steer you wrong.” She sashayed off and slipped her arm into Tony’s.

With laughter and hugs, Madden Steele and Archer Strong greeted Christine and Tony at the door.

Madden was worth billions, and Archer was an attorney, formerly an escort.

They’d been together for years, and when their affair had first hit the gossip pages, it was a shocking scandal, but now they were a power couple in the city.

Maybe I was overthinking and worrying more than necessary.

If Madden Steele could be out and proud, Weston wouldn’t have a problem.

If things worked out between us.

If he wanted to go that route.

If I did.

If. If. If.

Did I want that?

Why wouldn’t I?

Shit . This was a lot to handle.

Weston waited by the door. “Everything all right?”

“Yep. Everything’s great.”

He gave me a slow, sexy smile. “It sure as hell is.”