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Griff
T he Last Week Before Graduation
I’m certain karaoke with Jamieson making up words for sea shanties is not what I want to do tonight. As entertaining as it is, I’m barely holding it all together. A significant chapter of our lives is about to end, and all I want is Jamieson to myself.
I should tell him how I feel. We’ve chatted about me staying in Kissing Ridge permanently. I secured a regular bullfighting rotation on the rodeo circuit, and Jamieson gets his dream to compete as a Canadian bull rider. It makes sense on paper for us to stay in the same town.
I didn’t apply for the master’s program in psychology like I’d planned, much to my professor’s disappointment. He assured me I’d be accepted easily, and I might even qualify for partial funding, but I just couldn’t do it. Jamieson is my focus.
He needs me while he’s on the circuit, and I can’t just walk away from that.
Is it stupid to put my future on hold because I’m in love with my best friend? Absolutely. But my heart wants to stay close to Jamieson .
If people can take time off after high school before they start their education, I can take time off before extending it. The reason doesn’t matter.
“Griff!” Jamie jumps off the stage and throws his arms around me. I breathe in his essence and try not to bury my face in his neck. “Let’s dance with…” He spins swiftly to the attractive blonde next to him. “Simon!”
Simon gives me an appreciative once-over and a little wave. “Hi. I’d love to dance with you both.”
Jamieson whispers in my ear. “He’s cute right?”
We follow Simon to the dance floor, and despite my inner turmoil, I agree. “He is.”
Simon, with his short blonde hair, warm brown eyes, and a smile you can’t help but return, is attractive in that magazine model way. Flawless skin, a perfectly tight body, and just the right amount of mystery. Jealousy strikes when he bats his eyelashes at Jamieson and playfully throws his arms around his neck.
Jamieson smiles at Simon with a promise on his lips, and I’m not sure why I’m even here. I don’t get those looks from Jamieson, no matter how hard I wish I did.
The three of us dance and pass Jamie’s beer around. He never could hold much alcohol, and while we’re all pleasantly buzzed, we’re also sober enough to understand the proposition put forth by the incredibly cute Simon.
“I want to take both of you home. My roommates are already gone, and I want to end this year with a bang.” Simon runs a hand up each of our chests and tilts his face up to Jamieson. “Or a blow. I’m not picky about how it goes down, but you two are fucking hot. ”
Jamieson turns to me, and we share a silent conversation through eyebrow quirks and head tilts before I cup Simon’s cheek and kiss him softly. “Lead the way.”
I don’t know why I’ve agreed to this. Yes, I find Simon attractive, but he’s not the one I want. Threesomes aren’t even on my fantasy list. Yeah, I’m an anomaly in literally everything in life, but Jamieson wants to do this, so I agreed.
Because I’ll never say no to him.
Simon lives in a townhouse only ten minutes away, but the walk there takes us closer to twenty. Jamieson and I exchange kisses with Simon the entire time, along with the odd grope. Watching my best friend kiss another man is hot, but a low-key jealousy still burns. He never once reaches for me to kiss, and I try not to dwell on it.
Once inside Simon’s townhouse, every moan and harsh breath are amplified by the emptiness of the space. A single chair remains in the living room with a small TV on the floor, and that’s it. Clothes come off, and Jamieson is naked with Simon, while I’m still in shock that I’ve got myself into this situation. But the pull to be naked with Jamieson is greater than the need to back out.
Simon multi-tasks and undresses me while making out with Jamieson.
“I don’t really want rug burn.” He chuckles and takes our hands, pulling us down the hallway. “Let’s move this to the bedroom.”
I stand back in the bedroom doorway, watching the two of them kiss and grope, unable to bring myself closer and touch what I’ve always wanted. My dick aches being this close, but this isn’t the type of sex I want. Jamieson, yes, but not like this.
Simon falls onto his bed and beckons me closer .
“Come on, Griff. I promise this is the best sex. Get your tight ass over here.”
“You heard him, Griff. Come on. Join us.”
I should be happy that this is how our university days will end. An exciting romp with a beautiful man shared between us. But it’s not my style.
Simon is a filthy talker. He’s painting pictures with his words that almost make me blush. A wave of insecurity slams into me, and I can’t stop it. This isn’t what I want. I don’t want to share Jamieson, and I can’t stand watching another person make him moan like that.
Fuck!
Even though my dick throbs watching the scene in front of me, I slip out the bedroom door and find my clothes on the floor in the empty living room. After pulling them on, I quietly slip out and hope like hell Jamieson doesn’t come after me.
What was I thinking?
I hoped to end the evening with a deep conversation with my closest friend, sharing intimate details and secrets that I guard closely. Secrets I don’t share with strange men like Simon.
So much for ending our year on a positive note.