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take care of it,” Rebecca said, tapping her pencil crisply against her pad.
    Maybe consciously or maybe not, as she walked off, Trey turned to watch her butt twitch in her plain black trousers. When she’d disappeared past a couple tables, he returned his gaze to Zane.
    “I’ll think about your offer. I expect you could use an answer soon.”
    “Soon would be good,” Zane conceded, “but take the time you need.”
    Privately, he’d expected—hoped?—Trey would jump at the opportunity. Did his delay mean he was searching for a way to refuse? Would Zane feel half as excited about his dream if his best friend weren’t living it with him?
    Uncomfortable with his doubts, he squirmed like a five-year-old through dinner, which—despite being tasty—couldn’t hold his attention. Trey mm ’ed and savored per usual. The waitress and he didn’t share any more moments. Zane couldn’t decide if he felt relieved or guilty.
    Since Zane was paying, Trey left the tip. Zane believed in being generous, but the pair of hundred dollar bills Trey pulled from his wallet raised even his eyebrows.
    “The service was good,” Trey said as he stood. “Plus, she seemed like she could use it.”
    His gaze evaded Zane’s, not a reassuring development. Just how sparked by this girl was he?
    “Okay,” Zane said, wondering if he should say more. In the end, he decided no comment was safer. They walked out onto the street where the sun had set and the temperature was cooling. The commercial area was popular. Shoppers and diners came and went. Zane paused on the sidewalk, squinting through the streetlights to see if he could spot stars. They were blurry, but he found a transparent three-quarter moon.
    Please say yes , he thought silently to his friend.
    Trey stepped closer to him, the back of his hand brushing the back of Zane’s. Traffic rolled by, some of the cars recognizably driven by students. In a what-the-hell reaction, Zane wove their fingers together.
    Trey bumped his shoulder companionably.
    “I want to do it,” he said. “The thing is, I’m sure I haven’t saved as much money to invest as you.”
    Zane’s heart jumped inside his chest. “Your brain is worth more than mine.”
    “True,” Trey agreed.
    Zane turned to him, wanting to kiss his sly smirk so badly he hurt.
    “Careful,” Trey teased, the smile deepening. “You look like you’re on the verge of a PDA.”
    Zane growled deep within his belly, beginning to tug Trey urgently toward their parking spot. He hadn’t realized he was getting hard while it happened, but now his cock pounded. Trey laughed, guessing exactly where the night was going.
    Zane was so eager it took two tries to unlock the silver convertible.
    “I can drive,” Trey offered, not hiding his amusement.
    “I’m faster,” Zane refused.
    Trey didn’t wait for Zane to get through the next intersection before he reached past the armrest and manhandled his erection.
    “Crap.” Zane’s foot slipped off the gas pedal, causing the car to jerk. Because he was an excellent driver, he recovered without an accident. When Trey curled his fingers tighter and massaged, he was prepared for the knee-weakening wash of bliss.
    “Just trying to help,” Trey purred, rippling his hold again. “You looked like you were having trouble . . . containing your excitement.”
    “When we get home,” Zane warned, “I’m going to fuck you so hard your head will spin.”
    This was no dissuader for his roommate. Trey squirmed closer on the seat, leaning toward Zane until his lips brushed his ear warmly. “Promise I won’t be able to walk straight?”
    “Yes,” Zane confirmed through clenched teeth.
    He drove carefully enough not to kill them. Trey’s hand never left his crotch—squeezing, kneading, dragging all ten fingernails over the hardened ridge. Only when Zane’s breath hissed inward did Trey’s technique gentle. He rubbed Zane’s erection gently with the heel of his palm. A quick check of