Fired Up Read Online Riley Hart (Fever Falls #1)

Categories Genre: Funny, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Fever Falls Series by Devon McCormack
Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
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“How did it go?” Beau asked, concern in his eyes.

“He knew before I told him.” Everyone likely did. “And…he didn’t care.”

Beau smiled, wrapped an arm around me, and gave me a hug. “No, I didn’t think he would. But I’m proud of you.”

The crazy thing was, I was proud of me as well. “I guess that means we should celebrate tonight. What do you want to do?”

He tensed up briefly and pulled back. “It’s Saturgay… We’re going to Fever. I missed the last one. Linc will kick my ass if I’m not there.”

Well, shit. I’d forgotten about Saturgay when I’d told Wyatt I couldn’t go out.

“I could stay home. I—”

“No, that’s fucking dumb. You’re not staying home, Campbell.”

“You could go with us… The guys won’t say anything. Wear my cap. Most people there won’t even recognize you, but if they did, they wouldn’t say anything. They won’t out you.”

I opened my mouth to tell him I couldn’t go, that I’d just stay home, but then…fuck, I wanted to go. I wanted that experience with Beau. I wanted to experience it myself. After all these years, I deserved to go to a gay bar with my boyfriend, didn’t I? “Let’s do it.”

“You don’t have to,” he said, but the ear-to-ear smile on his face told me he liked the idea.

“I want to.” I hadn’t realized how badly I did, but I fucking wanted it. To be a normal couple, out with Beau.

He grabbed me, pulled me close, grinded against me a little, making my dick take notice. “Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too, Cranky Campbell.”

“I’m not cranky anymore, remember?”

“Guess you just needed me.”

He rolled his eyes, pushing me down onto the couch. We celebrated with a blowjob. It wasn’t necessary, but hey, he liked sucking my dick, and I sure as hell liked being in his mouth. I wasn’t going to deny either of us the pleasure of the experience.

Afterward we cooked shitty dinner together and ate. We showered and dressed. I wore a hoodie, jeans, and Beau’s hat—forward, as if any of it made a difference. He didn’t mention it, though, because that wasn’t Beau.

I sure as shit admired him in the jeans that hugged his ass and a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

We were silent for most of the drive to Fever. When we parked in a lot down the street, Beau killed the engine. “You nervous?” he asked.

“Yeah…and I fucking hate that I am. It makes me feel weak.”

“You’re not weak, Ash. This is something deeply personal. We all deal and accept and come to terms in our own way. There are no rules to being gay or coming out or how you realize it or accept it. Life would be a whole lot easier if there were. It’s real easy for those outside of a situation to judge what a person should do, how they should feel or how they should handle it. Your story is yours. No one else’s. No one has your experiences, and no one needs to understand it but you…and maybe me.”

I chuckled, and he reached out and brushed his thumb against my cheek. “You’re here, with me. That’s all I care about. Me and you, Ash.”

“Me and you, Campbell.”

“I told Linc we’ll be here. He’s telling the guys. They don’t know all the details, but no one will question you. Straight men can go to gay bars.”

I looked over at him, the dome light dancing along his features. “Do straight guys want to eat their boyfriend’s ass after going to a gay club?”

He smiled, which made me smile because I loved seeing him happy.

“No, but I hope you do.”

“I do.”

For a moment, I almost leaned forward and kissed him, but I made myself stop.

“This is your night, Ash. You lead and I’ll follow.”

The night went by in stages.

The loud beat of the bass vibrating my chest. Seeing men dancing and kissing and just…being. The nerves. The jealousy. Then the nerves again.

Seeing Lincoln, Sawyer, and Camden. Meeting Rush. Holy fuck, Beau had gorgeous friends. Not as sexy as Beau was, but if I wasn’t so confident, I might be slightly worried.

Lincoln knew. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind about that, but then I figured he’d known for a while. The other three…they must have figured it out, but they were still looking at me confused, like they couldn’t make sense of me. Welcome to the fucking club. I was twenty-eight and couldn’t understand myself either.

Rush came around first. He apparently liked football. We also talked some about dirt bikes and Supercross. He promised to take me riding sometime. I didn’t know if he did it because he wanted to hang out with me or because of Beau, but I appreciated it. Rush was in professional sports…and he was out. If he could do it, why couldn’t I?


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