“Don’t, Wade. Please.”
He’s got his pants open now and I don’t know what to do. I doubt I could get stiff for any man at present. When he starts to push down pants and drawers, I reach to stop him, but he slaps me back, then bares himself. “I know why you killed Jack,” he says. “You fucked the kid when you scouted Kettner. Icould see it on you, smell it, and if I took note, Jack sure as hell did, too. Only way to show me otherwise is you give it to me right now.”
“I couldn’t even if I wanted.”
He stands bare-assed, then steps toward me, dick in hand. I put out my hand to stop him.
“Please, Wade. Don’t put me on the spot like this.”
“Wasn’t but a couple weeks ago that you couldn’t get enough.”
“That’s true, and okay, yes, things have changed, but you and me never declared for one another. No promises were made. I didn’t ask for Evan to strike me like he has.”