Zack was just about to agree when he stopped short. “Wait a second. Invite my friends? Why my friends?”

Alexa gave him a look of pure innocence. “No reason. I just haven’t seen them in forever. I thought it’d be fun to catch up. How is Lee, by the way?”

Zack smirked. “Are you sure it’s Lee you’re wondering about and not Kira?”

Alexa scoffed, but a blush crept over her face. “Her too, of course. I like all your friends.”

“But you like her the best, right?”

“No, I like me the best.” She smacked him on the arm. “Although, if you do decide to invite Kira, I won’t stop you.”

Zack smiled. “Noted. I’ll go home and get ready then. Text me the address and let me know when you’re leaving.”

Alexa agreed, and the two parted ways. Zack had never been to Alexa’s place, but from what she’d told him, that was because she had a roommate who was “so messy I suspect he’s secretly a dozen pigs, standing on top of each other, wearing a trench coat.”

Zack figured it was better not to press the issue.

When he got home, he found Ziggy in the backyard, right where he’d left him. The dog was curled up in a cardboard box Zack had converted into a makeshift doghouse, sound asleep.

“Look at you, all tuckered out. Were you chasing squirrels, boy?” Zack petted him awake. Ziggy yawned in response, which Zack took as a resounding yes. He led the way to their apartment.

As soon as they were inside, Zack headed straight for his bedroom and flung open his closet door. Before he could choose what to wear, he had to decide what his goal for the night was. Did he want to enjoy a relaxing evening with friends, or was he on the prowl?

Both options sounded appealing in different ways. Part of him just wanted to put on something comfortable and have a few beers. A much more persistent part, however, had been craving a hookup for weeks now. John’s now-daily calls always left him horny, even if he masturbated afterward. Today’s session had been no exception. The scene they’d done was nothing special: just them, a hotel room, and a quick-and-dirty fuck. But John had topped this time, and he’d done a marvelous job of it.