Page 8 of Bone Deep
“Ant,” Chance says, sounding cautious.
“Don’t,” Anthony seethes.
“I just—”
Anthony’s voice slices through the air. “I said don’t.”
Shit. He sounds pissed.
“Ant,” Chance says again, stepping closer. “Please. Just look at me.”
My fists clench. I always liked Chance, but Anthony is my best friend. I will not hesitate.
Seconds stretch. An uncomfortable silence.
“You get three minutes,” Anthony says, and damn, I don’t think I’ve ever heard him sound that cold.
Anthony leads him a few feet away to talk more privately. I lean against the car next to Spencer and just watch, making sure Anthony doesn’t need me. Jen exits the bar about a minute later and we all just watch.
Then Anthony starts shoving Chance and I’m up off the car in a flash. Jen grabs me by the shirt and just shakes her head. I trust Jen’s judgment, so I keep myself in check.
A couple minutes later, Anthony walks back over, looks at Jen, and says, “Let’s go.”
Spencer pushes off the car and points at Anthony. “Woo-boy. If anyone ever looks at me the way that man looks at you, I’ll drop to my knees and show them why ten inches is my deep throat record.”
My head snaps toward him so fast I’m pretty sure I pulled something. Scorching and inconvenient heat crawls up my neck. He says it like a joke, but my body doesn’t treat it like one. My cock is hardening, threatening to tent my jeans.
Spencer slides his hands into his pockets, smug. “Calm down, QB1. I don’t do straight. You’ll just have to take my word for it.”
That settles heavy in my chest.
If he only knew.
If this were different—if I wasn’t carefully balancing headlines, endorsements, my father—I’d crowd his space and pin him against a car. I’d murmur something filthy in his ear just to see if I could get that steely composure to crack.
Instead, I swallow it all down.
Jen grabs his arm, snickering. “Spence, get in the car.”
Spence—I roll the nickname around in my head.
He turns to go, and I try not to stare at his ass.
Spoiler alert: I’m unsuccessful.
This man’s build was not designed for public safety.
I may prefer to be the one getting dicked, but bottoms deserve a nice, round ass to hold on to, amiright?
I pull my attention back to Anthony. “You okay, PacMan?”
Before he can answer, Lexi’s voice slices across the lot.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Chance?”
We all turn.
She’s shoving at Chance, fury radiating off her.
