“Must be nice. I feel like shit.”
Rocco chuckles. “Just stay the night. We have plenty of room.”
I nod. “Maybe.”
Rocco nudges my arm. “You see that kid standing by Tristan? The ginger with the coat of arms tattoo?”
“Yeah, I see him. What’s up?”
“He’s fucking hot. Turns out he’s an older brother of another friend. He’s twenty-three.”
My eyebrow raises. “And?”
“He keeps staring at me, lingering when he grabs a beer.” Rocco rubs his forehead. “I don’t know, man, is that too young?”
I swallow hard. “Too young for what? He’s an adult.”
“Yeah, but I’m fifteen years older. I’ve never gone that young before.”
“You gonna marry him or you gonna fuck him?”
Rocco laughs. “The latter.”
“Then it doesn’t fucking matter, man. You don’t need to have anything in common but a hard dick.”
Rocco nods, focusing on the guy just as he looks in our direction. “I gotta wait until Tristan’s gone, though.”
“Why? You think he would even notice? He’s wasted and having a good time.”
I notice how Rocco’s hand adjusts his growing bulge. “I could use it. It’s been a few weeks.”
“Well, he’s looking at you like he wants it. I say move in for it.”
“Yeah?” He looks around. “Will you cover if Tristan is looking for me?”
“I got you, man.”
“Thanks.”
I watch Rocco walk over to the ginger and start chatting. A moment later, he takes a shot and the two of them are laughing together. I scan around for Tristan, finding him with the samegroup of guys, but he’s watching me. It’s like he’s trained to find me no matter where I go. I wish I had the freedom to walk over and just drag him inside and fuck him hard, but I can’t do it.
Shaking my head, I open the ice chest and instead of grabbing water, I pick up another beer. It’s probably not the best decision, but it’s the one I’m making. I catch Rocco and his boy toy slip inside the house from the corner of my eye. A good friend would go over to Tristan and make sure he’s distracted. Guess that’s where I’m going.
I walk over and sit on the edge of the pool, near where he’s standing. It only takes a minute for him to sit next to me.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hey.” I take a swig of beer, staring out at the water. “Having fun?”
“It’s a great night.” Tristan grins. “In part thanks to you.”
“Yeah, that was cool, but you know, your dad is my best friend. He’d fucking kill me, Tristan.”
“I know he would. That’s why he’ll never find out.”
My eyes shift to his. “That’s good.”
“Bish?”
