aisle, giggling or gossiping or doing whatever women did that looked suspiciously like fun. Which left the five men up onstage, bored out of their minds.
With Cole as the only chaperon.
He was really beginning to hate his life.
“Brad?” Danny leaned forward to shoot his big brother a grin. “You got the VIP treatment, eh? Nice.”
Brad shot Cole a look before laying a hand on his shoulder, leaning forward to address Danny. “Cole paid for it.”
And he was still paying for it.
A gorgeous sunset painted the sky while a cool breeze provided relief from the lingering heat, but Cole was painfully aware of the warmth of Brad’s fingers on his shoulder. Despite everything, his friend felt no inclination to give him a little space. Was as free with the one-armed hugs and the pats on the back as ever. In fact, Brad looked easy and relaxed. His usual self. Was he really that unaffected by the previous day’s foray into sex with his best man?
He’d said himself that things had gotten out of hand. Had been pushed further than Brad had planned. Maybe for him, as far as their friendship was concerned, nothing had changed.
An exchange of spit and cum—no big deal, chalked up to the zany antics of a bachelor party gone wild.
“You bought Brad a lap dance?” Danny said, sending Cole an approving look. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Not only did he pay for it,” Ryan said, “he got to watch.”
Cole fought the urge to close his eyes, the slow, oncoming train wreck of a discussion happening right before his eyes. There wasn’t a thing he could do about it except pray that one of the elderly family members observing the proceedings suddenly collapsed from the heat and needed urgent medical attention. Cole would be only too happy to comply.
His friends would have a hard time harassing him while he performed CPR.
“Cole, you sly dog, you,” Danny said. “I can’t believe you watched my brother with a stripper.” Danny whispered loudly to Ryan and Martinez, “The quiet ones are always the kinkiest.”
Heat crept up Cole’s back, but he kept his face as bland as ever. “Brad was the one who wanted me to watch.”
Given the strained pause that followed, perhaps his words hadn’t eased the awkwardness like he’d hoped.
Danny winced. “I don’t even want to know what the hell that was about.”
“Just tryin’ to keep everything aboveboard was all,” Brad said.
There was a burst of laughter up the aisle, the bride and her female entourage enjoying a moment with the event planner. The conversation around him died, and Cole was grateful they were moving on from the current, very uncomfortable topic.
Danny leaned closer to Cole. “How much?”
Cole shot him a questioning look.
“How much did you pay?” Danny went on.
Cole didn’t bother trying to suppress the sigh. “Five hundred. And Brad matched that amount with his tip.”
Danny coughed, as if managing the saliva in his mouth was suddenly an overwhelming task.
Brad huffed out an amused breath. “Cole told her to make it special.”
Four sets of eyes were suddenly trained on Cole. Ignoring the bead of sweat forming at the base of his neck, Cole tried not to look as uncomfortable as he felt. But Brad? Damn him, Brad found the situation amusing. His mouth twitched in humor, and Cole stared at his friend’s attractive neck, briefly wondering how much force it would take to cut off his air until he couldn’t speak.
A mute Brad would be a definite advantage.
“Special, huh?” Danny studied Cole closely. “Cole Winston,” he said slowly, curiosity and questions and accusations filling the spaces between the syllables. “Did you just have your first heterosexual experience?”
The sarcastic spurt of laughter from Cole almost hurt. “No.”
No, the experience had been erotic as hell and very clearly homosexual in nature.
“Did she do a twofer?” Danny asked. When Cole stared at him blankly, Brad’s brother clarified. “Did
With Cole as the only chaperon.
He was really beginning to hate his life.
“Brad?” Danny leaned forward to shoot his big brother a grin. “You got the VIP treatment, eh? Nice.”
Brad shot Cole a look before laying a hand on his shoulder, leaning forward to address Danny. “Cole paid for it.”
And he was still paying for it.
A gorgeous sunset painted the sky while a cool breeze provided relief from the lingering heat, but Cole was painfully aware of the warmth of Brad’s fingers on his shoulder. Despite everything, his friend felt no inclination to give him a little space. Was as free with the one-armed hugs and the pats on the back as ever. In fact, Brad looked easy and relaxed. His usual self. Was he really that unaffected by the previous day’s foray into sex with his best man?
He’d said himself that things had gotten out of hand. Had been pushed further than Brad had planned. Maybe for him, as far as their friendship was concerned, nothing had changed.
An exchange of spit and cum—no big deal, chalked up to the zany antics of a bachelor party gone wild.
“You bought Brad a lap dance?” Danny said, sending Cole an approving look. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Not only did he pay for it,” Ryan said, “he got to watch.”
Cole fought the urge to close his eyes, the slow, oncoming train wreck of a discussion happening right before his eyes. There wasn’t a thing he could do about it except pray that one of the elderly family members observing the proceedings suddenly collapsed from the heat and needed urgent medical attention. Cole would be only too happy to comply.
His friends would have a hard time harassing him while he performed CPR.
“Cole, you sly dog, you,” Danny said. “I can’t believe you watched my brother with a stripper.” Danny whispered loudly to Ryan and Martinez, “The quiet ones are always the kinkiest.”
Heat crept up Cole’s back, but he kept his face as bland as ever. “Brad was the one who wanted me to watch.”
Given the strained pause that followed, perhaps his words hadn’t eased the awkwardness like he’d hoped.
Danny winced. “I don’t even want to know what the hell that was about.”
“Just tryin’ to keep everything aboveboard was all,” Brad said.
There was a burst of laughter up the aisle, the bride and her female entourage enjoying a moment with the event planner. The conversation around him died, and Cole was grateful they were moving on from the current, very uncomfortable topic.
Danny leaned closer to Cole. “How much?”
Cole shot him a questioning look.
“How much did you pay?” Danny went on.
Cole didn’t bother trying to suppress the sigh. “Five hundred. And Brad matched that amount with his tip.”
Danny coughed, as if managing the saliva in his mouth was suddenly an overwhelming task.
Brad huffed out an amused breath. “Cole told her to make it special.”
Four sets of eyes were suddenly trained on Cole. Ignoring the bead of sweat forming at the base of his neck, Cole tried not to look as uncomfortable as he felt. But Brad? Damn him, Brad found the situation amusing. His mouth twitched in humor, and Cole stared at his friend’s attractive neck, briefly wondering how much force it would take to cut off his air until he couldn’t speak.
A mute Brad would be a definite advantage.
“Special, huh?” Danny studied Cole closely. “Cole Winston,” he said slowly, curiosity and questions and accusations filling the spaces between the syllables. “Did you just have your first heterosexual experience?”
The sarcastic spurt of laughter from Cole almost hurt. “No.”
No, the experience had been erotic as hell and very clearly homosexual in nature.
“Did she do a twofer?” Danny asked. When Cole stared at him blankly, Brad’s brother clarified. “Did
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