Tory clinked his beer bottle with River’s. “You up for a piece of ass?”

Frowning, River shifted his gaze for a split second and wriggled his brows. “Are you offering?”

“If you’re in, I’m in. Women aren’t worth the hassle.” He grinned and rested his hand on River’s thigh. “You seem happier overall. I like it.”

River stared at him a moment to regroup his thoughts. Tory McClellan, sportscaster for News Channel Twenty-Five, wasn’t the type of guy to swear off chicks. Women practically fell at his feet. As Tory appraised River with his amber eyes, River swore his body temperature kicked up a thousand degrees. Tory parted his lips as he brought his bottle to his mouth once more. What did he taste like? River glanced down at the bulge in Tory’s jeans. He’d seen him stroll out of the shower plenty enough to know Tory wasn’t lacking. Even soft, he made River look small. River shifted in his seat. He wanted to lick Tory’s abs. Just follow the solid curves until he ended up at the pleasure trail of tawny hair leading to his cock. Tory never said anything outright, but River sensed Tory’s inner desire to dominate and keep control. Made sense, but hell, would he freak if River made an advance?

“You’re not really gay.” Oh, that sounded smart. Damn it. River shifted as Snowflake sniffed the air and stretched. She scampered onto the floor, flicked her tail in the air in her silent ‘screw you’ and left Tory and River alone on the couch. Even she thought he sounded stupid.

He turned back to Tory and gasped. Cocoa glittered in the depths of Tory’s eyes as he licked his lips. If he moved a little closer, River would be able to feel the texture of Tory’s lips against his.

“You never asked,” Tory murmured, swiping his tongue over the peachy skin. “And I wasn’t about to make a move that night.”

Jerked from his more than too personal appraisal of Tory’s mouth, River stared. “Huh?”

“You suck at subtlety. I know you look when you think I don’t see and I remember the way your body reacted when I held you. I liked it.” He closed the gap between them until only a breath kept them apart. “I’m not innocent and I have done some experimenting.” He inched closer, his arm and knee bumping River’s. “But I’ve waited too long for you to make a move.”

Not innocent? Experimenting? Make a move? If River didn’t know him better, he’d think Tory was attracted to him. The guys who tried to pick River up weren’t nearly as handsome as Tory. Most of the women hardly held a candle to Tory’s natural charisma.

“River?”