Blindsided (Fake Boyfriend #4)(17)

My whole body relaxes under his strong hands. The kiss turns up the heat when he slips his tongue into my mouth accompanied by a groan so forceful I feel it in my toes.

The breath gets knocked from my lungs, and I’m freefalling like the time on spring break back in college when Miller and I jumped out of a plane and were almost killed by both our mothers and our coach when they found out we’d gone skydiving.

The thrill of kissing my old best friend has the same adrenaline effect as extreme sports, and God knows I’m a competitive athlete who wants to win.

What winning means in this situation, I have no idea, but I’m hoping it involves a lot of coming. My dick likes that idea and digs into Miller’s hip.

I’m kissing a guy, and my dick is hard.

A few months ago, I thought I knew everything there was to know about life. Turns out I know jack shit.

I cup the back of Miller’s head and angle mine to deepen the kiss—a kiss I never knew would be so hot. So consuming.

Miller moans into my mouth, and I savor the masculine sound.

Kissing a man is an entirely new sensory experience. From the roughness and strength in his hold to the scruff on his face scraping my skin, kissing Miller is like nothing I’ve ever done before. It’s incomparable.

“Guys?” a faint voice says. “Hello?”

I tear my mouth from Miller’s and step back. “It’s Jackson.”

“In here,” Miller calls out. “We’ll be out in a sec.”

Our eyes lock, and I have no idea what he’s seeing in mine, but his project nothing but wariness. Which makes sense, because I don’t know what the fuck is going on either.

“We should get out there,” I rasp, but neither of us moves.

We keep staring at each other, almost daringly. Who’s gonna mention the giant elephant in the room? The elephant being my very hard cock.

Did my brain just make a dick size joke instead of freaking out about being caught kissing a guy?

Miller takes a deep breath and looks at the roof. His mouth moves silently as if counting or talking to himself, and it’s not until I look down I realize he’s even harder than before. I wrote it off earlier because of the drugs, but now?

“You’re not having another orgy in there, are you? Because I can come back,” Jackson says through the door.

“So glad you’re able to make jokes about that now,” I yell back.

Jackson was out with us the night we took those girls home, and he warned Miller to be careful so the tabloids didn’t find out, but he hasn’t mentioned it since. I thought it was going to be one of those things we don’t mention—like me walking in on him and his boyfriend.

We fumble our way to the door and tumble out into Miller’s room while I try to think of disturbing things to deflate my cock like unicorns and cute cats—those evil bastards.

Jackson’s eyebrows shoot up when Miller and I leave the bathroom together. Alone … well, with each other and no girl sandwiched between us.

“Ah, your timing is off,” I say. “If you’d been here five minutes ago, you could’ve held Miller’s dick while he peed, because, you know, you’re into that.”

Shit. Even I know when I tip the smartass scale too far, and that totally came out homophobic and like I didn’t like what just happened. Like I’m pulling scared straight guy shit when I’m not.

Scared, that is.

My level of straightness is still up for debate. After that kiss, I’m leaning toward not straight at all.

“Yeah, shame,” Jackson says dryly. “Although something tells me you enjoyed it anyway.”

My mouth slams shut, because I don’t know if he’s finally calling me on it or if he’s implying he knows I got hard over the thing me and him agreed to never speak about again.

“No one’s holding my dick but me,” Miller says, “but I do need help getting back to bed, so can you assholes please lose your egos and help a guy out?”

“Sorry,” we both mutter and then help him.

“Tina tells me you need surgery,” Jackson says. “That sucks.”

“What’s even suckier is he’s going back to New York for it.”

Miller scowls at me. “Way to sell me out.”

“Was your plan to leave without anyone knowing?” I ask.

“Well, yeah, was kinda hoping. My family wants me back home, and I’m out for the season anyway.”

“When do you need the surgery?” Jackson asks.

“As soon as possible. They’re trying to figure out a way to get me there that’ll be comfortable. It’s not like this is an emergency where they can use a medivac or anything.”

Jackson pulls out his phone. “I’m on it.”

“On what?” I ask.

“Noah has a private plane on standby.”

“No fucking way,” I say. “I want a private plane. Imagine all the type of mile high shit you could do.”

Jackson grins. “I don’t need to imagine.”

Miller grimaces. “Okay, I’ll book a first-class ticket with someone. That’s gotta be better than flying in a sex plane, right?”

“It’s like I don’t even know you at all,” I say. “Talon’s words of wisdom: never say no to a sex plane.”