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Chapter 11

Houston

“I’d recognize that ass. There’s no way he’s one of the models.” Andrew’s words were low as he hunched over the phone, claiming to be researching while really just using Reece and his buddies as an opportunity to look at the site.

When they’d walked in, I’d been floored. Not only were Reece’s friends dressed even sluttier than he was, Eli was clearly wearing pink panties under his jeans. A few of the other customers didn’t get it and made some comments, but most of them didn’t even seem to care.

Until he started teasing and writhing on the table, trying to outdo Rand.

Then they cared a lot, and if the wave of dirty comments was any indication, they loved it. Reece was just grinning and laughing at their antics, then adjusted his cock, clearly turned on by the two flirty men.

He was turned on by the men.

Eli’s panties didn’t even seem to give him a second’s pause, either.

Watching him—them—made it hard to think. Andrew had caught my attention as soon as they’d walked in, and in seconds had the site up, giving me all the information on their work. When he’d started guessing about Reece’s role, I’d explained that he was my new roommate and had said he did the computers and web stuff for the site.

Andrew had enthusiastically exclaimed that Reece should be in front of the camera…and he just needed to poke around to find him on the site. I had to agree, just not out loud. I was trying to maintain some composure, but I wasn’t sure it was working. He’d said he worked on computers and website design. That was it.

“You planning on abducting him or something? Should I be worried?” Jake finally made his way over to us. When Rand was just chatting with the guys, enough customers had gotten bored with what Andrew called “the floor show” that they’d swamped the bar, looking for new drinks.

“No. He lives with me.”

That had his curiosity going because he ignored calls from customers and the crazy sounds coming from everyone as the Dom carried the little server off to the back of the bar again. Those two went at it like rabbits.

Jake lifted one eyebrow. “Care to explain?”

“No.”

Andrew giggled. “He’s Houston’s new roommate. Houston has a huge crush on him, but hasn’t seemed to have done anything about it.”

I just shrugged. “I kinda thought he was straight. I asked about his last serious relationship, ’cause he said he was single, and it was a woman.”

Jake snorted. “He’s clearly not straight.”

Grinning, Andrew nodded, then looked over at me and gave me a you’re-an-idiot expression. “What rock have you been living under? He’s got to be bi or something like that.” Shaking his head, he held up one hand. “Gay.” Then, holding up his other, he started talking like I was a five-year-old. “Straight.”

Making sure he had my attention, he paused, then kept going. “It’s not just gay or straight. You know this. There’s all those fun options in the middle.”

“I—” I honestly hadn’t thought about it. Shrugging, I felt slightly bad. “He didn’t say anything about guys.”

“Because you’ve been sooo approachable.” Andrew rolled his eyes. “I bet you barked out something like ‘I’m He-Man gay guy, I’m bad-ass and aggressive,’ huh?” Andrew didn’t even wait for a response. “He probably thought you wouldn’t understand.”

Possibly.

“You’re nuts.”

Andrew smirked. “That doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”

Ignoring that part, as well as the passionate cries from the back that sounded like Rand had finally gotten out of that cock cage, I went back to watching Reece. He knew I was staring. He didn’t make any attempt to hide it. His friends kept laughing and looking in my direction, then he’d glance down at the table and peek back at me.

They were clearly teasing him about something that had to do with me, but I had a feeling I wasn’t the butt of their jokes. Could they actually be teasing him about liking me? Or at least being curious about something? I still wasn’t sure he had any experience with men.

“We’ve established he’s clearly not straight. That doesn’t answer my question.” Jake gave me a long look, but I couldn’t remember what he’d asked. I just shrugged, and he sighed, clearly finding my intelligence lacking. “Should I be worried?”

“No.” I shook my head. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but it didn’t involve anything creepy.

“Yes,” Andrew sighed, contradicting me. “Because he’ll go back to ignoring whatever is going on between them. It’ll be tragic.”