The last couple of days his mind had been filled with Rickson. Goddamn, that man knew how to use his hands. Pres just wasn’t sure he wanted to be labeled gay, or if he was willing to get sex from any damn body since it’d been forever since he’d been laid. It wouldn’t be fair to Ric to use him, just like it wasn’t fair to Leo all those years ago. Look what it had done to a friendship that had meant a lot to him. Pres didn’t know if he could really be just friends with Ric since the man was so attracted to him and wasn’t afraid to show it. But, no matter how many times Pres tried to reason that starting a thing with Ric might not be a good idea, all he kept hearing in his head was the sound of Ric’s gruff voice when he was turned on and the way the hot fucker smelled. “I’d only make you beg if you were being bad…but I’d always give in to you.” Ric’s sexy words echoed in Pres’s mind over and over again. Pres was sipping on a glass of Merlot and listening to an audiobook when he picked up the cordless and called his “girlfriend.”
