Free Secret Cravings by Sara York Page B

here any longer. He wasn’t gay—or was he? Fucking lawyers, they would have a field day if they found out he was butt-fucking another guy. They’d never let him visit Michael, even if he had the money to win a court battle. Sure, there was supposed to be equality but that wouldn’t apply to him.
    “Wait.” Luke grabbed his arm and spun him around.
    Desire spiked in Bryan and he let the hunger roll through him. He grabbed Luke and pulled him close. They stared at each other for a long moment, their cocks touching and pulsing together. He wanted to fuck the guy again, but shouldn’t. If he did Luke now, without Nichole here to share, would that mean he really was gay and not just experimenting? Hell, he’d already been with Luke without Nichole present and he’d loved that, craved that, and had wanted to be with Luke alone, without a girl in the middle.
    “Don’t leave yet,” Luke begged.
    “I can’t stay.” Bryan pushed away from Luke and grabbed his shirt off the floor. “And I’m not gay.”
    “Whoa, where did that come from?”
    Bryan tossed his shirt to the floor again and threw up his hands. “Well, I’m not.”
    “Fine, but you don’t need to convince me about your sexuality.”
    “I can’t think about this right now.”
    Luke stepped close and held out his hand, only inches from Bryan’s chest. The desire to step forward overrode his good sense. He leaned into Luke’s touch, hating himself for wanting to be with him.
    The heat from Luke’s hand warmed all of Bryan. They stood close for a long minute. Bryan thought Luke would kiss him, but he didn’t.
    “Fuck, I’m an idiot. I should let you leave and just chalk you up as another guy who wants a piece of me, but I can’t.”
    Bryan sucked in a breath. His heart thundered and blood roared in his ears. He brushed his hand over Luke’s hip and stepped closer.
    Luke stepped out of Bryan’s reach and shook his head. “Let’s get out of here, go get some food.”
    Bryan’s stomach rumbled and he laughed. Hunger gnawed through his belly, and staying in this place didn’t seem to be doing either of them any good. “Sure, I’m starving.”
    “Want some clean clothes?” Luke asked.
    “You offering?”
    “You can fit into my shirts and underwear, and maybe my shorts.”
    “Hmmm, I’ve never worn the clothes of anyone I’ve ever fucked.”
    Luke burst out laughing and pulled Bryan into a quick hug. Wrapping his arms around the man made Bryan thankful he’d taken the plunge. Luke’s strength amazed him and made him feel special. He’d always dreamt of doing something like this, but what would people say? He could deny his desires all day long, but deep in his heart he knew what he wanted.
     
    * * * *
     
    Luke and Bryan headed over to a small coffee shop that served the best breakfast sandwiches in Manhattan. They both drank another cup of coffee each, and Bryan ate an egg and bacon biscuit while Luke had the healthy breakfast option.
    Luke wondered how far he should let this relationship go. He’d had every intention of kicking Bryan out until he’d heard the shower start. Just thinking of Bryan in the shower had had him wondering what it would be like to make this arrangement permanent. Having someone at home, waiting for him at the end of a long day, sounded like heaven.
    He had started the coffee and poured out two cups, all the while cursing himself for holding out hope. Both Bryan and Nichole had opened up about their lives and issues. Jealousy over their ability to have deep emotions had filled Luke. He’d wondered if he even had a soul. There were so many despicable things he’d done in his past to get ahead in his career. For far too long he’d played the game, never opening up and never being real. He’d viewed the people he’d dated as disposable, had never even asked about any of their problems, mainly because no one cared about his.
    Of course, few people thought he had any problems. He was the cute one, the sexy