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“You’d better, or I’m going to start to think you’re a tease, all talk and no action.” I knew I shouldn’t have said it as soon as it came out. Every time I opened my mouth, it was a fifty-fifty chance that I’d say something borderline inappropriate.

A giggle echoed from down the hall. The sound was completely at odds with the image of Reece I had in my head. His response came out light and teasing, and not the least bit offended, thankfully. “That is one thing I’ve never been accused of being.”

Fuck.

Did he have any idea how that sounded?

The pictures in my mind made it impossible to focus on food. Poking around in the fridge for a few more minutes, I eventually gave up. A freezer meal or leftovers was not what I wanted to eat. Especially if it meant he might not have enough sauce for the lasagna. “Out. You need to get out of the house.”

“What?” Reece stepped through the door.

“Nothing.” Admitting I was talking to myself wasn’t something I was going to do.

Not that I could have made my brain work. He was…Fuck.

His jeans were almost painted on. He was too built to be a twink, but they cupped every muscle and bulge.Every bulge. His shirt wasn’t much better…it was even more distracting. His paper-thin cotton T-shirt wasn’t as tight as his pants, but that just gave the shirt room to move and highlighted his sculpted body.

I knew there was no way to hide my reaction; I just hadn’t been prepared for it. However, he didn’t seem to mind. His cheeks took on a faint blush, but his eyes sparkled and he shifted, cocking his hips so it drew even more attention to his thick dick, clearly outlined in the painted-on jeans.

I got a little grin, and he bit his lower lip temptingly. “Thanks. Got to go or I’m going to be late, though.”

Had he just thanked me for eye-fucking him?

As he walked out of the apartment, the door shutting behind him, I still wasn’t sure. Straight men did not say thanks for thinking they were hot.

Did they?

To hell with dinner, I needed a drink. Heading for the door, I made a quick detour to grab my wallet and shoes and was out of the apartment in minutes. The drive across town to BJ’s didn’t take long enough. The crazy mixed signals from Reece kept playing over and over in my head.

I entered the bar knowing it was going to be busy, but nearly wall-to-wall roughnecks wasn’t what I was expecting. Making my way to the counter, I found a spot at the far corner and sat down. As packed as it was, I expected to wait a few minutes for Jake, the owner, to get my drink, but it didn’t take long.

Jake gave me a nod and leaned against the smooth wood. “Been a while; what’ll you have?”

“Busy lately; whatever’s on tap.” Watching him move efficiently around the small space, I glanced around the room. “Why’s it so packed?”

The guy sitting next to me turned and sighed dreamily. Andrew was Jake’s partner and a bit of a handful. “Hudson’s angel is working tonight. They’re both here and so hot they nearly combust.”

It was technically a sentence, but it didn’t make enough sense to be any help. Glancing over at Jake, I raised an eyebrow. “Care to translate?”

He barked out a laugh. “Remember the little twink with the big cock?”

“Hard to forget.” He’d been too tiny for my taste, but just a glance had told me he was going to be perfect for some Dom.

“Hudson’s another regular, and they’re a thing now. We’re just going to say those two draw a crowd.” Jake set my beer down and jerked his head toward the other end of the bar. “See?”

I couldn’t see exactly what the two men were doing, but the little one was standing between the taller guy’s legs, squirming like he was getting ready to come. Most of the room was watching their show, and the crowd clearly appreciated it when the Dom’s hand went down and, judging by the server’s moan, smacked his ass.

Andrew was right, they were hot, but not really what I’d gone to the bar to see. I was already frustrated enough. Seeing a Dom and his clearly exhibitionist sub put on a show wasn’t going to improve my mood. I liked to watch as much as the next guy, but not when I knew there was nothing at home but my right hand.

Well, technically there were always guys who were willing to give a hand or trade blowjobs, but that wasn’t what I wanted. And considering what I was wearing under my clothes, I wasn’t going to get naked in front of just anyone.

Some guys didn’t care, but some had entirely too many opinions about shit that wasn’t their business. Besides, there was only one guy that my dick was focused on, and he was out partying with his friends. Partying in fuck-me clothes that did not screamstraight guy out to find a girl.

Mixed fuckin’ signals.

“Everything okay?” Andrew’s question cut through the frustration and fog clouding my brain.

“Yeah.” Shrugging, I took a long drink of my beer.