Out (Out, #1; Camassia Cove, #6)

by Cara Dee

My blood was rushing in my veins from seeing that photo, and I wondered if they’d understand. This was huge for me. The man in the picture was so new; he was brazen, cool, and ready to live life. “You’re coming out with a bang, darling.” Martin fanned himself and flashed me a wink.

That morning, I had brunch on a beach in Malibu with three beautiful gay men and a fucking hard-on.

There’s a tongue in my ass

Omg! What an amazing chapter title! Lmfao

“Why can’t you stick to one partner?” I asked, making a reluctant topic change. “Ah. Well, I see a twenty-five-year-old dick and automatically want to suck it.” I spluttered a laugh.

“Promise me you’ll be careful with others, though?” “Buzzkill,” I accused. “The fuck would I think about others when I’m with you?” He had no answer for that.

“Call me a baker one more time,” Martin threatened. Next, he sniffed. “I’m a renowned pastry artist.”

To fuck with Martin, no doubt, Henry was going with all black. Black dress pants, black button-down, black shoes, black leather belt. He looked like a god.

“Well, our friends don’t call us Felix and Oscar for nothing.” At my confused expression, he added, “The Odd Couple?” I had no clue what he was talking about, and Martin sighed dramatically.

“You’re something else, Zachary. I don’t think I can be discreet with you.” “Good.” I had to swallow again, this time ’cause it felt heavy. “I don’t think I can do that either.” Holy fuck, was I falling in love with him? Was that possible?