Deke (Fake Boyfriend, #3)

by Eden Finley

Damn, if his appetite is this ravenous, I wonder what else he’s insatiable for. Nope, won’t be thinking about that.

“I’ve spent time with Matt’s entire team. Trust me, there are more egos and diva attitudes in the NFL than on RuPaul’s Drag Race.

“Ollie and Lennon have Taylor Swift levels of bad blood,” Jet says.

I’m tempted to fake choke, but I don’t want to make a fool of myself when no one will understand what I’m doing. This crowd doesn’t seem like the Star Wars type.

That’s the worst idea I’ve ever really, really, really wanted to do.

Terrible. Horrible. Stupid, stupid, stupid idea, but that’s not gonna stop me. No way. “I love technicalities.”

“Preparation is always important in all areas of life, son.” Did my dad just make a gay sex joke?

I don’t think I’m supposed to hear it, but I do. “Not making the same mistakes this time.”

I’m legitimately beginning to worry that topping for the first time means he lost a severe amount of brain cells when he came. Sex makes you dumb, people.

I don’t care how the rest of the world sees it, but we’re entitled to come out how and when we want. No one should take that from another person.”

“By the way, welcome to the club.” “Club?” I turn back. “The everything’s gay club. Meetings are weekly, and on Wednesdays, we wear pink.”

“Even if Sports Illustrated is my dream job, you’re my actual dream. Giving us a real shot is what I want.”