Page 22 of Wilde Shorts

By the time Sassy pulled the truck into Chief…Evan’sdriveway, I’d worked myself into full froth imagining being so irresistible on stage that all the sexy boys would chase me into the parking lot after my dancing shift.

“I think I’ve been reading too many gay harem books,” I muttered. “I think I need to get one of those Husband and Husband cartoon books I keep seeing on social media instead. Those two are so stinking cute.”

“What are you going on about?” Sassy called out from the far side of the truck where she’d begun untying the straps around the green dragon.

“Those cute Husbands,” I said, speaking up so she could hear me. “I need to get one—” Before I had a chance to finish the sentence, I slammed the truck door closed and turned right into a hard, bare chest. “Holy hot chicken on a biscuit,” I breathed. “That… that’s a pectoral.” My hand might have cupped said pec just to be sure.

“Steven,” the deep rumbly voice said. “This is a pleasant surprise.”

“I bought a dildo dresser,” I blurted.

The silver fox blinked down at me. “That’s… something.”

I heard a feminine sigh from the other side of the truck. “Seriously. I can’t even.”

“I mean,” I gasped. “I bought a green dragon that could hold dildos… if you wanted.”

Sassy sighed again. “For the love of all that’s holy,stop.”

“N-no,” I stammered, digging myself in deeper. “That’s not what I meant. I meant it’s a commode. A bombe commode. Dutch. A Dutch one… I mean, it’s a Dutch bombe commode, whatever that is. And it’s green. Well, it’s not supposed to be green. That’s why it was only twenty bucks. I think I could have negotiated it down a bit if Sassy hadn’t gotten foul-mouthed with Gerald. But Gerald said?—”

Sassy’s slender hand covered my mouth from behind. “Stop talking right this minute,” she hissed into my ear. “Trust me on this, big guy.”

I blinked up at Evan. His eyes twinkled with laughter. The jerk probably couldn’t help but laugh at the little pipsqueak stammering like an idiot.

“Let go of his nipple, Stevie,” Sassy said slowly, reaching around me to pull my hand away from the bronzed chest muscles I was savoring.

“I don’t want to,” I whimpered.

Evan’s eyes locked on mine. “The feeling is mutual.”

My arm froze in place, and I felt Sassy stiffen behind me. Evan’s grin turned feral.

“But if you touch mine, seems only fair I get to touch yours,” he rumbled.

“Anddd… I’m out,” Sassy said. Within three seconds she’d dropped the green dragon into the yard, chucked an overly fat cat onto the grass next to it, and peeled out of the driveway.

I stared after her.

“She just left me here.”

A pair of large, warm hands cupped my cheeks. “Lucky me,” Evan murmured.

And then he fucking kissed me.

4

EVAN

I couldn’t waitanother second to taste those full, sassy lips. I’d been fantasizing all week about finally getting my hands and mouth on Stevie Devore, and I’d even emptied my balls only moments ago to the image of doing so.

Stevie let out a squeak of surprise when I leaned in and kissed him. His eyes were as big as dinner plates, and his skin pinked up beautifully with a blush. I slid my fingers along his smooth cheeks into his purple hair and held him still while I softened the kisses from ravenous, devouring ones to light, gentle pecks.

He smelled like a combination of a hundred different products, but underneath it all there was the familiar cinnamon sugar smell he always carried around because of his job at the bakery.

“I swear to god,” I mumbled into his mouth. “I could fucking eat you right now.”

“Ohmygod I’m gonna jizz my pants,” he croaked, bucking his hard-on against one of my thighs. “This isn’t happening. I’m dreaming. I think the cat had rabies.”