Wilder, Winona - Choosing Love [Coming Out 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) Read Free

would be any man’s type.
    “I’m guessing you have this all planned out, right?”
    “Tonight at nine. That new club downtown is opening, and Macy managed to get four tickets.”
    “Assuming I get him to agree to this, we’ll pick you girls up at your place.”
    “Excellent.” She reached up on her tiptoes for a kiss. Despite his urge to pull away, there was an audience to appease, so he locked lips with her for moment.

    * * * *

    The club was dark, with colored beams highlighting the dance floor in the distance. Glitz and glam with a collective energy that pulled you in. Cal couldn’t believe he agreed to come along, but he felt the need to prove his hetero status, and saying no to Waylon wasn’t easy. The man was a god, and his smile could melt Cal on the spot.
    “There’s a booth,” Macy said, pulling him along behind her by the hand. It would be good to be seen with a hot girl like Macy, even if nothing could ever come from it. Waylon and Stephanie followed close behind.
    “This is fun!” said Stephanie, cuddling up to Waylon once they were seated. He wore a long sleeved blue shirt, slightly unbuttoned, and his usual body-hugging Levi’s. With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his muscled forearms were something to look at—firm and powerful, an expensive silver watch hanging loosely from his wrist. Waylon’s family had money. His dad was a cattle rancher and paid for most of his living costs while in college.
    Once they all had their second round of drinks, everyone loosened up a bit. Even with Macy hanging off his neck, Cal could only focus on the man across from him. Every time Stephanie made a move, he cringed, reminded of what he could never have.
    “So how long have you been friends with Waylon?” asked Macy, playing with the buttons on his shirt.
    “A long time.” He shifted out of her reach and stood at the end of booth. “I’m grabbing another drink. I’ll be back.”
    Cal weaved in and out of the many patrons of the club. Glitter and sweaty flesh stared back at him from every angle. Once at the bar, he ordered three shots, hoping it would be enough to numb him. Fuck, he was in love with his best friend and had to carry on this charade, which wasn’t fair to anyone. He hated himself, hated the world, hated God for making him what he was. Cal downed each shot in succession, feeling the burn all the way down his throat to his stomach. Numerous lust-filled eyes focused on him, sizing him up as a potential bedmate. The new club was worse than a cattle auction, but as the alcohol leached into his brain, everything looked brighter. A surge of excitement jolted through him a while later, and he wanted to become one with the party around him, revel in his numbed state.
    By the time he made it back to their booth, half an hour later, he had difficulty walking, having rode the wave of bodies back to his seat. He didn’t enter the booth beside Macy, but pulled up a metal chair and sat at the end of the table.
    “Where’ve you been?” Waylon leaned over the table, assessing him, no doubt knowing exactly how wasted he was. The concern on his face wrinkled the corners of his eyes.
    “Bar.”
    Macy looked a tad flush herself. She slipped out of the booth and straddled Cal ’s lap. He hugged her around the waist, peering to the side to gauge Waylon’s reaction. Why did he assume his friend would be jealous? He was his friend, and he’d set him up with Macy in the first place. The only person suffering was Cal . Despite the lack of desire he felt for the woman clutching to him, he pulled her closer and kissed her. Her lips were soft and tasted of liquor. This was what everyone wanted, wasn’t it?
    When she started pulling at his shirt, sending a couple buttons skittering away, he checked out his friend one last time. Stephanie had followed Macy’s lead and was busily groping and necking Waylon. It was the sign he needed to truly let loose. He stopped holding back, closed his eyes, and