“No. The actual date was fine,” I mumble around the spoon.

Joey drops his chin onto his fist. “Just fine?” He looks doubtful.

I roll my eyes before lowering them to the container. “More than fine,” I confess, jamming my spoon into the vanilla. “He took me to this really nice restaurant where he had to order in Italian, which he fucking did, so just go ahead and tack on a few more ‘how hot can this guy possibly get’ points.”

“Damn,” Billy comments appreciatively. “I bet that sounds amazing with his accent.”

“Mm hmm. Boyfriend is full of surprises,” Joey adds.

I don’t even bother looking up. “Yeah. Tons. So, we had dinner, and he mentioned wanting to stick his head between my legs and taste me in his throat.”

I glance up at the sound of the wine bottle being slid across the counter.

Billy brings it to his lips and tips it back, his eyes round as he swallows a mouthful.

It’s funny how squeamish he gets around any sort of graphic sex talk, when his husband is basically a walking advertisement for it.

I shift my eyes when Joey motions with a quick hand for me to continue on with my story. He suddenly appears wide awake and eager for conversation.

“You want details?”

“Yes,” Joey says at the same time as Billy’s, “Not really.”

I split the difference. “He did more than just taste me, okay? I took him to this photo booth I found a couple months ago, and that man worked me out like his life depended on it. His mouth is fucking ridiculous.”

A shiver runs down my spine as that familiar ache settles between my hips. I press the back of the spoon to my mouth, hoping to conceal the smile I can’t seem to control.

“It was hands-down the best sexual experience of my life,” I admit against the cold silver. “And that includes all the times I’ve actually had sex.”

Straightening on his stool, Billy scratches his jaw, his other hand still clutching the neck of the bottle. “Photo booth? Did you two actually . . .” he pauses, his eyes searching my face.

Joey slaps the counter with exuberance. He looks practically giddy. “You little slut. Did you get pictures of this?”

I glance across the room at my clutch, remembering how reckless and exciting it felt being in that moment with Mason, not knowing who, if anyone, was on the other side of that curtain and if they were listening and waiting for those photos.

If they would see me, and how I looked at him. With him.

I return my gaze to the two men staring intently at me. “I gave Mason his own set of solo’s to keep. That seemed to go over smashingly well. Then, while he was down there, going at it, he told me to put money in.” I shrug. “I did.”

“Where is this photo booth exactly?” Joey grabs the small pad of paper and the pen we keep by the phone, ready to jot down the address.

“Joey,” Billy starts, waiting for his husband to look over at him. He jerks his chin. “No.”

Joey shoots him a pleading look. “Oh, come on. You know you’d love it.” He leans in for a kiss, hovering a breath away from Billy’s mouth. “Just think of how cramped it probably is in there. How tight it would be. Mm. I bet there’s hardly any room for you to move, but you like that, right? You like tight things, don’t you, baby?”

Holy shit.

I shove a massive bite of strawberry into my mouth as Billy groans, pinching his eyes shut and dropping a hand to his lap.

“Brat,” he murmurs, adjusting himself while he tries to look annoyed but only succeeds at looking immensely turned-on and on the brink of dragging his husband back to the bedroom.

Joey leans away, grinning and tapping his pen on the paper. “See? Do I know my man, or what?”

“You do. But let’s get addresses later.” Billy covers Joey’s hand with his, forcing Joey to release the pen. He then turns his dissecting attention onto me. “Brooke, what are we missing here? Why are you binge-eating and nearly breaking down doors? What else is going on?”

I drop my spoon into the container and set it on the counter, exchanging it for my glass of wine. I lift it in the air, toasting. “Mason is withholding the dick.”

“This is news?” Billy raises an eyebrow. “I thought he made it clear when you two first met that he wanted to wait to have sex. Get to know you and all.”

“He did. But apparently, he wasn’t just referring to sex.”

Joey grabs the bottle of wine. “What else was he referring to?”

“Oh, you know.” I sweep my hand through the air. “Everything. Touching it. Sucking it. Anything I could possibly do to get him off. The entire thing is a no-go apparently.”

The bottle hovers in the air an inch away from Joey’s mouth. He leans to the side to see me around it. “I’m sorry. What?”

I bring my glass to my lips, swallowing a generous amount of wine. “You heard me. After kissing my fucking brains out at the door, he walked away, refusing my offer to come inside . . . pun intended, and left, taking his glorious erection with him. He told me he wants this to be about me. That he didn’t get me off just so I would return the favor.”

“That’s actually kind of sweet, Brooke. Unconventional, but sweet,” Billy remarks, laughing quietly at Joey as he mirrors my reaction to this discovery and goes immediately for alcohol. Running a hand through his short blonde hair, Billy turns back to me with a gentle smile. “Name one other guy who has ever done that for you.”

I let my eyes roam the condo, pretending to think, but I don’t need to.

The truth is, I can’t name anyone. I can’t think of any man who has ever done half of the things Mason has insisted on or offered. If I could, this might not seem so completely baffling to me.

Why is he putting himself through all of this? He’s taken every sexual release I have to give him off the table, and yet he’s still fixated on me.

Why?

“Okay.” Joey sets the bottle down and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. “First of all, this wine is terrible. Let’s never buy it again.”

I quietly chuckle as I lift my head.

“Second, I can see this being a problem if you weren’t getting off, Brooke, but you are. And although you refuse to admit this, I think you like this guy.”

“But I don’t understand him.”

And for the first time in my life, I feel completely out of my league.

Joey crosses his arms against his chest, sitting up a little straighter, showing off his proud smile.

“What?” I ask, confused by his sudden disposition.

“You didn’t argue with me that time. You like him.”

“I like a lot of men who get me off. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Joey loses the smile and levels me with a skeptical glare. I look to Billy, only to find him mirroring his partner’s demeanor.

Fuck this. I’ve had enough girl talk for one night.

With a heavy head and an exhausted mind, I hop off the counter, polishing off the rest of my wine and setting the glass in the sink. “I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. I can’t think about this anymore tonight.”

I wave a limp hand in the direction of my two roommates as I pad across the condo.