Bowie
Honestly, dating men was kind of new to him.
He wasn’t lying when he told Savage that he hadn’t come out to his family yet.
It was one of the reasons why he jumped at the chance to be transferred to Huntsville from Texas when the opportunity arose.
He hated that he was taking the coward’s way out, but that was easier than admitting that he was bi.
He was even beginning to avoid his weekly calls home to his parents because he got sick of dodging their questions about whether he had someone special in his life.
Even if he had, he wouldn’t be able to admit it because that would mean telling his parents who he was.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Savage said. “You having second thoughts?”
“You always a smart ass?” Savage asked.
Savage parked his truck and cut the engine. “Listen, man,” he sighed, “if you changed your mind about all of this, I’d get it.”
Bowie smiled at Savage and reached across the center console to take his hand.
“You keep saying that, Savage. But, I haven’t changed my mind—about the beer or you.
I’d like to hang out with you tonight, no pressure and no strings.
You up for that?” Savage nodded, and if Bowie wasn’t mistaken, he could have sworn the big guy was blushing.
“I’d like that,” he said. Savage grabbed his baseball cap from the back seat and covered his bald head, running his hand down his beard, and Bowie couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the guy.
He was hot as fuck, and Bowie was mesmerized by his every movement.
He had been for weeks, following him around, watching him on base for weeks.
Savage was big but carried himself with confidence and grace.
He had a persona that screamed alpha, and that alone turned Bowie completely the fuck on.
He liked older men because the few he had been with usually insisted on being in charge in the bedroom.
He wondered if Savage would be just as demanding, and the thought sent a shiver down his body.
“You good?” Savage asked. Bowie shook his head and smiled.
“No, but it’s nothing a few beers won’t fix,” Bowie lied.
He had a feeling it would take more than alcohol to right what had been bothering him.
In fact, Bowie had a sneaky feeling it would take at least a night of taking orders from the sexy man sitting next to him to start feeling like himself again.