It’s all pretend. We’re not really gay. Right?
Bruce is tall, ripped, the star of our football team—and totally impulsive. So when his psycho ex won’t back off, he tells her we hooked up. Two straight guys. Pretending to pound.
It was supposed to shut her up. Just an act. But now, I can’t stop thinking about him and about his big, juicy... ego.
The more we commit to it, the more I want him to actually give it to me. Hard. And deep.