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He does seem genuinely angry, and I wonder if I’ve pushed him too hard at the wrong moment.
He’s sitting stiff-backed in his chair, expression thunderous. I still don’t know if he’s going to agree to the dare.
Then he meets my eyes with a look of wild intensity. “It’s my turn to give you a dare, Dex. Before we have any talk of bed-sharing, I dare you to let me fuck you.”
Something wrenches inside me, and then the feeling travels down to my dick, which is threatening to harden.
“Shit, Korren. That’s going way too far.”
The tension in Korren’s face eases, and he leans back in his chair, clearly pleased that he’s taken control of the situation. “Are you saying I’ve won?”
“I need more time to think about it. This is pretty fucking serious, Korren.”
“Isn’t that the whole point?”
My mind is twisting itself in knots right now, and I’m suddenly desperate to be alone. I finish off my mac ’n cheese in a hurry and then lock myself into the bedroom, dick throbbing and sweat itching the back of my neck.
I swear I’m not into guys. I keep thinking back to whether I’ve so much as looked twice at a guy before, and the answer is no. I’m a hundred percent straight.
So why is Korren messing with me like this? Am I so desperate for sex that I would’ve latched on to any human who ended up spending too much time around me?
I’m freaking out a bit here, because I’m really fucking turned on by the idea of having sex with Korren.
And I already know I’m going to go through with the dare. I just need to prepare myself.
I pull out my phone, praying I’ll have a few bars, and the internet gods must have a sense of humor, because my usually shitty service is working fine and I’m able to bring up a websitethat talks all about condoms and lube and preparing your partner and different positions to try.
Shit. This suddenly feels way too real.
With a trembling hand, I drag my cock out of my pants and start stroking away the now-painful boner. I know Korren is the one who’s going to be fucking me—which, let’s be honest, is the least gay way to have gay sex, so of course that was his dare—but my mind is full of the images I just saw, and instead of a couple bad illustrations I’m seeing myself sinking my cock deep into Korren while he sprawls on his back, lean stomach bare to show his abs, hunger in his eyes.
Chapter 22
Dex
Korren is still fast asleep when I get up the next morning. And even though we’re supposed to be at the fire station at nine for a debrief, I let him keep sleeping all the way until ten.
I tiptoe around him grabbing breakfast, which I eat on the porch with the cat winding itself around my legs.
I feel really guilty about my dare yesterday. Korren was obviously desperate for sleep, and he would’ve had another broken night if I’d insisted him sharing my bed. No wonder he was angry about it. I even heard him shouting out a couple times in the night, which didn’t happen the whole time we were away, so he probably never let his guard down enough to sleep properly while we were at the fire.
I wonder if he’s going to regret his dare as well. He obviously did it just to shock me enough that I’d back down, which worked. Maybe I should withdraw my dare so I don’t ruin things between us. I don’t want to drive him away.
A second later, I’m shaking my head at my own stupidity. Wasn’t that the whole point of this game—to drive Korren away and win the cabin?
But things have changed since we first started this dumb challenge. I’ve realized how crushingly lonely I was before now, and how much I enjoy having Korren living with me. He’s the perfect housemate—we get along really well, I don’t have to hide my shameful secrets from him, and there’s no danger of getting tangled up in the sort of relationship drama that wrecked my life before. It’ll be a long time before I trust myself with another relationship.
I’m still thinking along these lines when Korren finally stumbles out of the cabin, dressed for the day but still bleary-eyed.
“You let me oversleep,” he accuses me.
“You needed it.”
He looks like he’s about to say something but instead closes his mouth, jaw working.
I reach out for his hand—I’m half-expecting him to resist, but he slips his hand into mine without a word and falls into step beside me.
As we follow the trail through the woods back toward Uncle Rhodes’ house, I say, “I’ve been thinking about something.”
