Page 30 of Rowdy Boy

I’m stunned. Rhett’s words... He doesn’t give a shit, and this changes nothing… Why had I expected him or Tori to care about my sexual orientation? We’ve been friends forever, and we’ve been through enough over the last year to solidify that bond for the rest of our lives.

Before I can formulate a response, Tori swims over to me. I watch anxiously as she closes the space between us. She sidles up to the bench I’m sitting on, leans forward, and wraps her arms around my neck.

I return her embrace. She’s slick in my arms, her warm, wet body pressing against my bare chest. Eventually, she pulls back enough to rest her forehead on mine.

She scrunches her nose as she whispers, “You’re safe with us, rowdy boy.”

My heart catches in my throat when she squeezes me tighter.

Safe.

I don’t know if I’ve ever felt safe a day in my fucking life.

I close my eyes and relish this feeling. There’s an overwhelming sense of relief surging through me. I don’t have to keep up my carefully crafted façade in front of these two. Not anymore. Not ever again.

But the moment doesn’t last long. Just because my best friend doesn’t care about my sexuality doesn’t mean he’s not a possessive fucker.

“V,” Rhett finally reprimands. He sounds like he’s had about all he can take.

Tori raises one eyebrow and winks.

Ha. I know this game. We like this game. We’ve gotten a kick out of riling up Rhett for years. She squeezes my face between her small hands affectionately before she responds to her boyfriend.

“Relax, Everhett,” she quips in his direction.

His eyes narrow at the use of his full name.

“Just because he’s bi doesn’t mean he’s a manwhore.”

Rhett lets out a growl of frustration. I smirk at his predictable response.

“I don’t think he’s a manwhore because he’s bi. I think he’s a manwhore because he’s Jake.”

My grin doubles in size. He’s not wrong. Now that my secret’s out, and it’s apparently a nonissue, I’m eager to resume what was just getting started.

“He’s got a point, baby.” I find her thigh underwater and pinch it hard enough to make her yelp. “Be a good girl and swim back to where you belong. You promised me a show.”

Tori’s eyes flare with excitement before she turns around and glides through the water to Rhett. He reaches out for her the second she’s within range, hungrily pulling her into his tanned body so she’s straddling his lap.

He stares at her intently for several seconds before smirking and turning to me. His words come out heated and authoritative. “Just watching. No touching.”

“Understood,” I reply without hesitation.

Tori must spread her legs wider underwater, or maybe she wraps them around his waist, because suddenly she drops down a few inches. He grunts, and my core clenches in response. She whimpers as she tilts her head back and offers herself to him. He smashes his mouth onto hers, then bites down on that pouty bottom lip and pulls.

She moans into his mouth, and I’m already reaching below the surface to adjust myself.

I do a quick rearrange so my dick doesn’t have to strain against the seam of my boxers, then quickly lift my arms to rest on the edge of the hot tub to not make it so obvious just how into this I am.

I watch, enraptured, as they devour each other. What they’re doing is more than just kissing—they’re making promises with their bodies like I’ve never seen between two people. Especially not two people our age. I knew they were super into each other… but fuck. Watching them is as terrifying as it is hot.

Rhett’s obsessed with touching her everywhere. I’m transfixed by the way his long fingers cup her face tenderly, then brush down her throat possessively. He weaves a hand into the hair at her nape, tilting her head just the way he wants it so he can access the column of her neck.

For her part, Tori hasn’t stopped moving. I can’t see what her hands are doing underwater, but I have a pretty good imagination. Her movements make little waves that are quickly lost in the swirling current of the jets. And the noises. Jesus fucking Christ. I’m surprised they’re not more concerned about the neighbors hearing the way she moans and whimpers as Rhett kisses the shit out of her and she grinds herself against him.

They break apart long enough for Rhett to ask her, “Do you want me to get you off, or do you want to do it?”

There’s tension sizzling between them. It’s primal and emotional and makes me feel things I haven’t felt in a long-ass time, if ever. This isn’t just two horny teenagers fooling around. There’s a familiarity and intimacy to everything they do. It’s beautiful. And hot as fuck.