Just a Bit Dirty (Straight Guys #10)(36)

“Um, thanks,” Miles managed, for the first time in his life understanding the expression ‘wanting the ground to open up under him.’ He’d never felt so guilty, awkward, and embarrassed in his life.

Derek looked at Ian. “Obviously you are invited too, Ian,” he said, and his voice couldn’t have sounded less inviting. “But it’s a casual, small gathering with a few of our friends, so I’m sure it won’t be interesting for you—”

“On the contrary,” Ian said. “Thank you for the invitation. I think I’m free next Friday.”

Derek stared at him for a moment before nodding. “That’s good to hear. We’ll be waiting for you both for dinner, then. Seven o’clock.”

Miles forced an awkward smile and nodded.

With a last sharp look at them, Derek Rutledge left.

“I wasn’t aware you were such good friends with the Rutledges,” Ian said, not turning around.

The ice in his voice made Miles stare at him. “Why did you accept the invitation if you don’t like them?”

“Well, he is my business partner,” Ian said.

Miles frowned. That wasn’t an answer. It was blatantly obvious that Derek had invited Ian out of politeness and hadn’t really expected Ian to accept the invitation. Ian could have hardly missed it.

Ian finally turned around and studied him. “Why, do you not want me to go?” His face gave nothing away.

Miles shook his head, chewing on his lip. “It’s not that. To be honest, I’ll feel better with you there.”

I always feel better with you than without you. Although he didn’t say it aloud, it must have been written all over his face, because the ice in Ian’s eyes melted away, replaced by something primitive and hungry, something that made Miles’s knees go a little weak.

Ian took a step closer, his intentions clear.

Licking his lips, Miles took a step back, putting a hand on Ian’s chest. “I have to go back to Liam, and you have to find him a good nanny, remember?”

Ian stopped, but his muscles were rigid against his hand. “I’ll come to your room tonight,” he said, looking him in the eye.

Miles had to consciously slow down his breathing. He shoved his trembling fingers into his pockets and gave a jerky nod before striding away as fast as his weak knees allowed.

He shut the door to Liam’s room and leaned against it, watching unseeingly as Liam played with his action figures.

It would be all right.

Everything would be all right.

They would have sex and finally fuck this mutual obsession out of their systems. And then Miles would be able to leave. Go home. And forget about this crazy summer.

Just one night and then it would be over.





Chapter 13


Miles stared at himself in the mirror, taking in his flushed face, dilated pupils, lips slightly red and puffy from all his anxious chewing.

He eyed his t-shirt and sweatpants, wondering if he should take them off. He usually slept naked, but what if Ian thought that it was…

God, he was being ridiculous. Miles wondered if this was how a bride felt on her wedding night centuries ago, waiting for her husband to come to her room and consummate their relationship.

The thought startled a laugh out of him, which somewhat helped break the tension building under his skin.

It was just sex, for fuck’s sake. Not that there had ever been anything “just” and effortless about sex for Miles, but with Ian, sex felt as natural as breathing. It felt like something he needed instead of something he had to do. Besides, Ian knew how inexperienced he was. There was no need to impress him.

If sex was terrible, all the better: he would finally be cured of his hang-up on Ian. Last time he had felt so needy after they shared orgasms that he was kind of scared he would be far worse if they had real sex and he actually enjoyed it.

Oh, fuck it. Enough.

Miles pulled his shirt off and shimmied out of his sweatpants and briefs. Naked, he raked his hand through his hair and gave himself an appraising look. He was a good-looking bloke, objectively. He was a Hardaway. He may not be Ryan-handsome, but his mother hadn’t produced a single unattractive child.

Besides, Ian wanted him.

The thought sent a thrill through his body, his cock twitching. Miles stroked it lazily to full hardness, watching himself in the mirror.

His breathing hitched as he imagined Ian’s eyes on him, watching him wank. His free hand traveled to his nipple, pinching it. A small moan left his mouth, his eyes closing as he remembered what Ian’s tongue felt like on his nipples, wet and heavenly good.

Fuck, at this rate, he wouldn’t last a minute when Ian touched him. Maybe he should get started to speed things up.

Miles got into his bed and stretched out on his back, sighing in pleasure as cool sheets touched his overheated skin. Reaching out to his nightstand, he grabbed the bottle of lube and quickly slicked his fingers.

Spreading his legs, he circled his slippery fingers over his hole, massaging them in, letting the tips of his fingers catch on the rim. It felt admittedly strange, vaguely good and vaguely wrong, but the mere thought that he was preparing himself for Ian’s cock turned him on more than the act itself.

Miles obviously knew what to expect. Since some of his siblings were in same-sex relationships, he’d heard so much about gay sex that he felt like he was well-informed about the subject even despite his inexperience.