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

was exactly how he’d imagined, and he had played the scene over and over in his head over the years. His lips were thick and firm, and he dominated his mouth with hunger and passion. Cal sucked on Waylon’s tongue, thrusting his pelvis forward to grind against his friend’s body. He was too scared to open his eyes. Maybe he’d be back in the club and discover he was wasted and still kissing Macy. How could this be real? Was Waylon testing him? Did he fail by willingly kissing back? He supposed he could blame it on the booze. But when Waylon’s strong hand reached around to squeeze his jean clad ass, his doubts began to fizzle away.

Chapter Three

    Waylon tried to rein in the beast within him, but once he had let it out he couldn’t control it. Cal was the sexiest man alive, and damn he loved him. All he ever thought or cared about was Cal. Denying his true feelings all these years had been torture. He had built a carefully constructed image to keep his family and friends in the dark to his true nature. Waylon was the college football hero with the hottest girlfriend. His body was solid muscle and intimidating. No one would dare question his sexuality. But in the span of a few seconds he threw away all his guards and gave into his desire—Calvin Waters.
    Standing there sweat glistened and shirtless, his dirty blond hair in disarray, his lips swollen from too much drinking—how could he be expected to hold back?
    When Cal had willingly accepted Macy, Waylon knew he should be happy for his friend. The whole plan was to get him laid. But the possessive instincts that erupted inside him were shocking. He needed to separate the two lovers before things got out of hand, not because Cal was drunk, but because Waylon couldn’t stand seeing him with anyone but himself. Their fight had been a dance of raw passion and energy, both letting go years of pent-up feelings in a sudden burst of energy. Watching his usually shy, laid-back friend erupt in a savage burst of violent passion only forced his own deep seated feelings to the surface.
    He finally managed to pull back from their kiss, which took a Herculean effort considering the younger man rubbed his steely erection against his hip. “I’m sorry.”
    “But you didn’t drink, did you?” Cal asked, slightly breathless. No, Waylon stayed sober to be the designated driver. There was no excuse for his actions.
    “No.”
    They stayed close, both lacking the right words in the awkward moment. Did he just ruin their friendship forever? Cal was drunk and couldn’t be blamed, but Waylon knew full well what he did. While part of him regretted his actions, a stronger part felt relieved, like the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. He pulled slightly away, giving himself enough room to look at the length of Cal ’s partially nude body. He already had a one-way trip to hell, so why not go all the way? Waylon placed his hand over his friend’s hard pec, squeezing slightly, enjoying the feel of his goose-bumped flesh and pebbled nipple. As he explored his lean, ripped torso, Cal never pulled away.
    “Does Stephanie know?”
    He assumed he meant his sexuality. “No.” He reached his waistband, his fingers curling around Cal ’s belt. “Tell me to stop.”
    “What if I don’t want you to?”
    “You’re drunk.” He should stop before his friend really hated him in the morning.
    “True. That doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want.”
    Cal licked his lips. His slight stubble and shadows highlighting the sharp planes of his face made him look irresistible. Waylon wanted to kiss him again, but held back. “But you’re not gay.”
    Cal flinched at the sound of the word, and then he shrugged. “How do you know?”
    “Don’t tempt me. Like I told you earlier, anyone would be a fool not to want you.”
    “Do you?” His voice was deep and throaty, making Waylon’s cock even harder. Rather than answer the man, he grabbed Cal ’s hand and cupped it