Lush in Lace
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My brother, Jamie, finally got to marry his lifelong best friend, BJ, this weekend. I was Jamie’s best man, and Scott was BJ’s best man. Not an ideal situation for either of us, since Scott and I have been enemies since high school. Somehow we managed to get through the weeks before the wedding without killing each other (barely), but then the bachelor party incident occurred... More
My brother, Jamie, finally got to marry his lifelong best friend, BJ, this weekend. I was Jamie’s best man, and Scott was BJ’s best man. Not an ideal situation for either of us, since Scott and I have been enemies since high school. Somehow we managed to get through the weeks before the wedding without killing each other (barely), but then the bachelor party incident occurred and added fuel to the fire.
Now we argue even more, and the sexual tension between us is unbearable, at least for me. Unfortunately, I have things I like— kinky things— that Scott would never be able to handle, probably because he’s not even gay. Or at least that’s what I always thought, but now I’m not so sure and apparently neither is he…
Lush in Lace is a complete contemporary story written as part of the Goodreads MM Romance Group's Don't Read in the Closet - Love is an Open Road event.
Tags: enemies to lovers, gay for you, out for you, funny/humorous, snarky, bickering best men, romance, lingerie (maties/stockings), fetish/toys, nerd/jock, panty-scorcher, porngasmic fluff, family, explicit descriptions of gay sex
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I didn’t expect his rejection to cut me so deeply. I found myself wanting to hurt him back.
“I need those returned by the way,” I called out after his first few steps.
At my words he stopped, turning back toward me.
I gave him a big, toothy, sadistic grin.
“Why?” he asked confused.
“They’re expensive,” I said with a shrug. “And one of my boyfriends might like them as a gift.”
I could have sworn he looked wounded for a brief moment, but I decided it must have been the alcohol playing tricks on my imagination.
“Why don’t you just date girls if you’re so into this stuff?” Scott asked angrily.
I knew then he’d never really understand me.
“No thanks, I’ll leave the girls to you, Lush,” I growled bitterly. “However, after tonight I’m beginning to wonder…” I added, purposely letting my words hang in the air.
“Well, don’t,” he spat back angrily. “Tonight was about winning a bet, nothing more.”
However, his explanation wasn’t enough to justify how eagerly he responded to my touch.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get your girly things back as soon as I get my money.”
“Tomorrow,” I returned.
It looked like he wanted to say more, but he gritted his teeth and nodded, continuing off toward the sliding doors.
For some twisted reason, I couldn’t let the night end like this. “For the record, you look mighty fine in lace, Lush,” I called out, unconcerned that there were other wedding guests milling about.
Without a backward glance, Scott flipped me the bird. He held it up proudly until his big body vanished beyond the stained-glass doors that led back to the party room.
Despite everything that happened tonight, I found myself smiling at his reaction. Scott seemed to have a knack for surprising me. I found myself wondering if there was more to him than I realized. Tonight definitely hadn’t unfolded as I’d planned.
Was there a chance I could have Lush? Did I dare imagine the possibility? And if there was, had I gone and ruined everything by pushing him too far too fast?