Wicked Lies Boys Tell

He breaks our kiss to smile at me and then whispers, “Need to go to the bathroom?”

I’m nodding because I need to see where this leads. When he grabs my hand, I don’t fight him. Just allow him to guide me out of the theater. Cope’s stare burns into me and I can’t help but wonder if he feels like he dodged a bullet. The moment we’re in the bathroom, Dante leads me into the handicapped stall and closes the door behind us. He doesn’t bother with locking it. Simply pushes my back against the door and goes back to kissing me. This kiss isn’t as sweet. He kisses me until I’m breathless and then his lips trail along my cheek to my throat. As soon as he sucks on my flesh there, I let out a low moan. I’m hard as hell in my track pants, worried that he’s going to notice. But when his hips press to mine and I realize he’s hard too, some of the nervousness fades.

“You’re so hot,” he utters, nipping at my throat. “I thought Leah was fucking with me when she invited me.” He sucks on my flesh. “But nope. I have Penn McAlister in my arms.”

His mouth is back on mine the next instant. I’m enjoying the kiss until his hand slides between us and he rubs it against my dick through my pants. I hiss at the exhilarating touch, but panic races through me.

“Ever been sucked off?” he murmurs.

“I, uh, I…”

“It feels good.”

“I…Dante…I don’t know if I’m ready for this…”

“No one is ever ready,” he says with a chuckle. “You just let it happen.”

“No means no,” a sharp voice barks out from the other side of the door. “Even if it doesn’t sound like no. It still means fucking no.”

Dante jerks away from me and the door gets pushed in slightly. Cope’s fiery stare burns into me as he looks inside the stall.

“You okay?” he asks me.

Swallowing, I nod quickly. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”

“You guys are missing the movie,” Cope says. “Come on.” His voice is authoritative like his father’s and leaves no room for argument.

“I need to…” I look down at my obvious erection. “I need to calm down first.”

Dante winks at me. “Probably can’t do that with me here. I’ll see you in the theater.” He gives me a peck on the lips. I open the door wider to let him pass.

“Was he trying to force a blowjob on you?” Cope asks, his face screwed up into a scowl.

“No,” I snap. “Things were just heating up. I had it handled.”

“Didn’t sound like you had it handled,” he bites back. “Sounds like he was about to suck you off like a cheap whore at a truck stop.”

“Go to hell.” I shove at him, but he barely moves. “I don’t need you rescuing me from bathroom blowjobs.”

“Apparently you did.”

“Maybe I wanted it,” I bellow, throwing my hands up in the air. “Ever consider that?”

His glare hardens. “You barely know the guy and you’re gonna let him blow you?”

Embarrassment burns through me. I break our stare and look down at the dirty floor. “I don’t know what I want, Cope, but you don’t have to babysit me.”

“Were you thinking of me?”

I nearly choke and snap my head up. “W-What?”

“When you were kissing him. Did you imagine it was me?”

“You’re such a dick,” I snarl. “No. Not everything’s about you.”

He flinches at my words. “When did you know?”

“Know what?”

“That you liked me. Like that.” His blue eyes radiate with intensity.

I shrug, not giving him an answer.

“That’s bullshit, Penn. I want to know.”

“Why?” I demand, pent-up emotion bubbling up inside me. “Why must you know?”

“If we’re going to be friends again, this shit has to be out in the open. Tell me.”

I rub my fingers through my hair, no longer aroused. I’m pissed and upset and trapped in a stall with Copeland. Not a good combination. More than one fist fight has erupted over similar conditions.

“Tell me,” he growls.

Gritting my teeth, I shove him against the bathroom wall. “You’ll get mad.”

His brows furl. “I won’t.”

“Promise me. Promise me you won’t get a pissy attitude and leave me again.” I swallow down the despair scratching at my throat. “Please, Cope.”

He softens and nods. “I just want to know.”

With a sigh, I rest my forehead to his. It isn’t until I’ve done it that I realize what I’ve done. He doesn’t push me away. A fluttering in my chest makes me dizzy, but I don’t chase those butterflies of hope. I stay grounded.

“Remember when you got really sick with the flu and I wasn’t allowed to see you for a week?”

He smirks. “You made it three days before you snuck into my room.”

“Man, I got so sick,” I say with a chuckle. “But it was worth it.”