Free TopGuns by Cara Carnes Taylor Cole Justin Whitfield Page A

asked.
    “That’s fucking disgusting, dude.”
    “Well, did you?” another pressed.
    “Fuck all of you.” Tyler shook his head and looked up at
Jason. “That’s fucked up.”
    “Yeah, but she was worth it.”

Chapter Six
     
    “You were my Eskimo brother from the start.” Jason laughed
as he rocked back and forth.
    Tyler let his friend have his laughs for a few moments as
his thoughts were swept back to another time. When silence descended he tossed
out his comeback. “I got you back and you didn’t even know.”
    “How?”
    “A few weeks later I had this hottie give me a blowjob in
the parking lot.” Tyler grinned as he recalled the sexy brunette with the
killer throat.
    “So what?”
    “I came in her mouth.”
    Jason sighed. “Goose, you’ve officially lost it. This
doesn’t have anything to do with me.”
    “Do you remember that hottie who came up to you when you
were at the side stage? The one that planted a huge French kiss on you?” Tyler
knew he’d remember. They could count on their hands how many times a woman
kissed them at the club since it wasn’t ever done.
    “You know, I do remember her. She was too hot. I had to make
an exception for her.”
    “So, did she have fresh breath?” Tyler chuckled and took a
sip of his drink.
    “How the hell would I know?” Jason’s eyes widened and he
leaned forward. “Wait. Are you saying that’s the one you shot your wad in?”
    “I got one word…snowball.”
    “You sick old bastard!” Jason laughed as he spit.
    Despite all the shit they gave each other over the years,
they always had each other’s back. Of all the times at the top of Tyler’s
awesome list, Jason had either been right there beside him or pretty damn
close.
    Most people reached their mature ages with a bucket list of
shit they wished they’d had the guts to do. He and Jason had done theirs and
then some. He knew he had a list of regrets he wouldn’t share with anyone but
he wouldn’t have changed a thing he’d done through the years.
    Or who he’d done them with.
    Sentimental bullshit wasn’t really something the two of them
shared—not even after fifty or more years of friendship. Things went unspoken
and they were both okay with that. Sure, they’d pissed each other off through
the years.
    But they’d worked through it and moved on to bigger and
better things. For the most part.
    “You know, when I think back on the worst times I realize
most of them were when you weren’t around.”
    “Wow.” Jason paused a moment. “That’s pretty deep, Goose.”
    “Fuck you, man. I’m trying to be serious here.”
    “What were you thinking about?”
    “The weekend of their wedding and that gig I had to do. I
felt like shit for not being there for you, man.”
    “Hey, shit happens.” Jason shrugged but Tyler knew he’d let
him down. They’d never spoken of it.
    “You know that gig was crap.”
    * * * * *
    Tyler looked at the address one last time as he exited his
vehicle. The gig paid well and that was the only reason he’d agreed to handle
it alone. All he had to do was stand at a table and greet people as they got
their desserts. It sounded almost too simple for the amount they’d agreed to
pay.
    The money would help get a decent gift for Jeanie and Dan’s
wedding—which he was missing thanks to this gig. Man, Jason was going to kick
his ass. Not that Tyler blamed him. He should be there to have his back in case
the situation got too awkward.
    Not that Jason would admit that Jeanie marrying Dan bothered
him. Dan was a hell of a guy but Tyler had always expected a different turnout.
Oh well. Sometimes things don’t happen the way you want.
    Either way, he’d make it up to Jeanie and Dan for missing
and drag Jason out for a drink tonight after this gig was over and done with.
Several people milled about in various cliquish circles. Hushed whispers and
giggles made him look around, leery of what he’d gotten himself into. As he met
their amused gazes the women