Tonight?
Porter sadly sighed. He didn’t have it in him tonight. His heart just wasn’t in it. At all.
He finished his drink as he walked toward the stairs in the breezeway and dumped the cup in a garbage can there. His room was in the building on the other side of the pool courtyard, meaning he had to cross through the party in progress to get there.
Normally, not an option that bothered him, but by the time he’d reached his room and fished his key card out of his back pocket, a sense of irritation had settled deep within him.
Everyone had a fucking partner, it seemed like. Or they were happily single.
If he took a long, hard look at his personal situation…
No, he wasn’t happily single any longer.
He was lonely, and had been ever since Gavin left.
It also pissed him off Gavin couldn’t even be bothered to sac up and give him a decent explanation for his uncharacteristic silence. If he’d found someone to settle down with while out of the country, okay, fine, but do the decent thing andtellhim that. Or if Porter had done something inadvertently to upset him, tell him that, too, so he could fucking apologize for it andfixit.
Ten years as friends, wasn’t that worth at least a little honesty? He was always honest with Gavin.
He unlocked his room door and once inside he removed his boots and turned on the TV.
No, he wouldn’t be going anywhere else tonight. He couldn’t even go home, because with the Jack in him, he knew he shouldn’t be driving. Damn sure wouldn’t take a risk jeopardizing anyone’s safety or his job with a DUI just because he was throwing himself a pity party.
He stripped, grabbed a quick shower, and stretched out on the bed, naked, to watch TV and try to ignore the sounds of the party in full swing everywhere else around him at the resort.
This wasn’t how he’d hoped the weekend would go. At all.
Then again, he had the room booked for all weekend. Maybe he’d wake up tomorrow morning and have found his mojo.
He hoped.
Chapter Two
Friday night, Gavin Meadows sat at the patio table and stared at the light flickering in the swimming pool in front of him. It bounced off the insides of the screened-in pool cage surrounding the lanai and off the back side of the house. All around him, a fantastic private party—asexyno-holds-barred party—was in full swing. The first kind of party like this he’d been able to attend in over a year.
Just inside the living room, Gavin could see through the sliding glass doors there was one guy on his hands and knees on a hassock. He was currently being spit-roasted between two beefy bears, the lucky bastard.
While he watched, another guy grabbed a cute twink and pushed him under the guy getting fucked, to suck the bottom’s cock.
And fun was had by all.
He couldn’t hear what was going on inside, beyond muffled cheers and laughter.
Out here on the pool deck, there were two Tops sitting over in the area designated for cigar smoking. Two guys, a twink and an older bottom, knelt between the men’s spread thighs, sucking their cocks as they talked. On a lounger approximately ten feet away, another two men were happily fucking, the bottom straddling the Top and riding him like a rented pony.
Still, none of this raised even the slightest bit of Gavin’s interest…or his cock.
Sigh.
As Gavin sat there and observed everything, he realized he had zero interest in taking part in any of it.
None.
Fuck.I guess that makes it official—I’m a dumbass.
One of his hosts for the weekend, Kent Corwin, walked over. “Not to pressure you or anything, buddy, but I’m a little surprised you’re not inside getting you some. It’s a free-for-all booty buffet in there.”
Gavin sat back and looked up at Kent. “Sorry. I thought I’d be feeling it this weekend, but I’m not.”
