The Debt by Tyler King

Author:Tyler King [King, Tyler]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781455595235
Google: qCefCwAAQBAJ
Amazon: 1455595233
Publisher: Forever Yours
Published: 2016-05-09T23:00:00+00:00

Tossing out the last of the orange chicken I’d bought for lunch—it was marginally better than eating my own shoe and I always regretted ordering from that place—I returned to my quiet corner of the student union reading room.

“MacKay, you handsome bastard, I’m going to kiss you!” Corey didn’t have an inside voice. What he did have was the ability to draw unwanted attention for three square miles.

Every head in the room swung in his direction and watched as he came strutting over with Trey right behind him.

“You know you just tanked your chances of ever getting laid again,” I said. “By a woman.”

He grabbed my arm, yanked me from my comfortable and quiet seclusion, and then squeezed both sides of my face like a fucking goldfish as he smacked a kiss right on my lips. He then threw me back into my chair.

“I love this asshole,” he exclaimed to the room dotted with people who looked equally surprised, amused, and irritated that their sanctuary had been disturbed.

“Okay, big guy. Sit your ass down before someone recruits you for a pride parade.”

Corey’s display of PDA didn’t even break the top 20 on the list of most embarrassing moments I’d been subjected to in his company.

He and Trey took the seats across from me. A table of girls nearby appeared fascinated with attempting to discern how the three of us might play out in their homoerotic fantasies. I couldn’t help myself.

“He’s a bottom,” I said.

“Please stop,” Trey laughed. “I have a class with that girl.” He nodded at the redhead with glasses. “Hi, Jennifer.”

“Hi, Jenny.” Corey turned in his seat, sliding on that easy grin that made chicks trip over their panties falling around their ankles. “He’s kidding. I love tits.”

“On that note,” I announced. “Let’s quit before we’re charged with harassment. Yeah?”

“Says the guy who had a certain brunette up against a wall an hour ago,” was Trey’s retort.

“Thank you, by the way.” Corey reclined in his seat, propping his foot up on the short table between us. “I made twenty dollars off Trey.”

“For fuck’s sake. Will you two please stop running odds on me?”

“Not betting if,” Trey explained, “just when. We had a pool going.”

“You two need lives. And you,” I told Corey, “need a girl.”

“Way ahead of you. I’m taking Grace out to dinner.”

“I thought she hated you.”

Sure, Corey was convinced that Grace was just playing hard to get, but so far Trey agreed with me that “hard” was more like impossible.

“Oh, she does. I’m wearing her down. I fixed her pipes.”

I sat up, biting back a laugh. “I’m sorry. What?”

“She hasn’t had a working kitchen sink for days. Asha mentioned that the manager at Grace’s apartment was being a dick about it, so I went over there and fixed it for her.”

“And that bought you dinner?”

“Yep. Tonight, since rehearsal is off. Ironed a shirt, ordered flowers, washed the Jeep—”

“You’re going all out.”

For Corey, ironing a shirt was a big step.

“She’s out this afternoon with the girls on their shopping trip,” Trey added.

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