Prologue

I kinda wish I hadn't come to this party dressed as Thor. The stupid cape keeps getting wrapped around my ankles, and I ditched the ten-dollar wig about two songs ago.

Maybe it's just this party I'm not feeling.

The main reason I came was to cheer Lexi up, and he left with Ryder twenty minutes ago. Fancy dress and cheap beer aren't really my scene anymore, but Lexi needed to get out of his head, and I'd do anything for my bestie.

"Hey, you came as a Roman, too," a familiar voice says from behind me. I turn to see Tucker Evans smiling at me. "I thought I was the only one who thought it was a general dress-up theme."

I look at his costume. "What about this outfit is meant to be Roman? You look like a Scottish person decided to wear their bed sheets. Is that a cum stain?"

It isn't, but fucking with him is fun.

He looks down at his costume and then back at me. "What are you talking about? These sheets are very clean and very Roman."

I take that as permission to check him out.

Tucker Evans is a wet dream at the best of times. With his big, broad linebacker frame. He has nearly half a foot on me, and I am not a short man. I can't decide if I want to fuck him or be fucked by him.

Why make the decision? Both are perfect. I'm all about taking turns. I'm nice like that.

I know that on the field he looks menacing, but like this, he is just adorable, with his big blue eyes and chocolate brown hair. The red tartan bed sheet wrapped around his body, putting his thick thighs on display, along with his bulging biceps, is doing things to my heart. And my dick. Mostly my dick.

"Are you done checking me out?"

I shrug. "You could always turn around. The back might be more impressive than the front."

Tucker smirks and slowly twirls. His ass looks nearly as delicious in his Scottish toga as it does in his football uniform.

"You know we could always go somewhere a little more private, and you can give my body a thorough inspection." He says, leaning into my space, his cinnamon scent rolling over me. "You could be the big bad gladiator, and I'm the horny villager trying to seduce you."

"Tucker, neither of us are dressed as Romans."

Why are those the words out of my mouth and not ‘Yes Tucker, take me back to your room'?

I am a dumbass. Who is dumb for his ass.

"I am literally wearing a toga right now."

"It's plaid."

"Still counts."

"Nope, it really doesn't. Plus, there is a cum stain."

"It's fucking clean, and you know it. Who are you meant to be if you aren't a gladiator?" He crosses his arms, distracting me as his biceps bulge. I wonder what they would feel like underneath my hands as I rode his dick?

"I'm Thor."

"You're not blond."

"I took my wig off."

"Where is your Hammer?"

"Hudson borrowed it to play golf."

"What is he using as a ball?"

"No clue," I shrug. "Wyatt is with him, and it's made out of foam, so I figure he can't do much damage."

"Okay, so you be the god of thunder and I'll be the poor Scottish villager who is stuck in the Highlands during a storm." He leans in and whispers into my ear. "Pillage me, Gio."

Fucking hell.

I try to adjust my interested cock, which is just awkward in this costume. The mirth in Tucker's eyes implies I wasn't covert enough.

"Let's get-"

"Shit," he interrupts, looking over my shoulder.

"What's the matter?"

"Henry just walked in."

I look over my shoulder at Tucker's cheating supermodel-looking ex dressed as Buzz Lightyear. The guy is an absolute shit head for the way he treated Tucker. I wish I could yeet him into outer space. Creep.

"Hey, will you kiss me?" I whip my head round and look at Tucker nibbling his lip nervously.

Well, if this isn't the reality check I needed.

He wants to make his ex jealous, and I'm here looking all horny. I'm the perfect rebound. Again. Ugh, I'm having high school flashbacks.

What is it about me that screams ‘getting under me, will help you get over them'? Absolutely no way am I being a rebound again.

"Sure," I hear myself saying.

One kiss I can do. Then I'm out of here.

Tucker smiles at me sweetly and cups my jaw with his big, meaty hand that I am definitely not thinking about cupping me in other places. I watch as his tongue darts out and wets his lips. I don't care if this is meant to be his show, my restraint breaks, and I wrap my arms around his neck, dragging him down so my lips can meet his.

My whole body lights up the moment we connect.

Tucker deepens the kiss, licking his tongue into my mouth with sexy determination. His taste takes me from half-mast to full-blown. My dick is going to set sail across the Pacific and party in Tokyo, baby.

One of my favorite things about men is when they have stubble, or even a full blown beard. Feeling it scrape across my cheeks does things to me. And don't get me started on how it feels on my balls. They go so tight they could be mistaken for golf balls.

I need to know how Tucker would feel sucking my dick. I'd like a little beard burn around my crotch.

"Wow, you two are hot." Perry's voice breaks through the lusty fog like a bucket of cold water, and I wrench myself from Tucker's arms. "Why are you stopping? Do more. Do you take requests?"

I avoid Tucker's eyes and covertly look over my shoulder at Henry. His fists are clenched at his sides, and his cheeks are flushed red.

"Mission accomplished. He looks pissed as hell." I say, mustering up a smile I just know looks fake as fuck. I finally look at Tucker. His returning gaze is confused.

"What?"

"You wanted to make Henry jealous, and judging by that pissed off look he's wearing, you were successful."

"Oh," he says, running a hand through his cropped hair making half of it stand on end. Why is that so adorable? "That's good. Hey, do you want-"

"I've actually got to go. I just remembered that it's my Nonna's birthday tomorrow, and I need to be up early to go visit." Lies. Her birthday is in two weeks. But I need to get out of here. "I'll see you around."

Ignoring Perry's shrewd gaze and Tucker's disappointed one, I weave through partygoers, making my way out of the frat house as quickly as possible.

Tucker Evans is sweet, funny, sexy, and tastes like Girl Scout cookies. I want nothing more than to eat thin mints off of his ass. He is the perfect guy, but there is no way I am going to be anyone's rebound again.

I see a blur out of the corner of my eye and moments later my foam hammer whizzes past my face and straight into the side of Henry's head, making him spill his red fruity drink down his mainly white costume. Seems like my hammer was useful after all. Shame it wasn't metal.

"Hole in one!" Hudson shouts.