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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  About the Author

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  How far would you dare to go…to win it all?

  Maverick Holms and Duke Warren share almost everything—a college soccer team, an apartment and the same extremely competitive nature. Thanks to that never-back-down spirit, they’re about to share more than they bargained for.

  The game is “gay chicken”. The rule: get as close as possible without kissing, and the one that pulls away first is the loser. The problem: neither of them likes to lose. It isn’t long before the game becomes an excuse to touch and kiss in every possible forbidden way. And after they pose for a gay website to earn extra money, things really heat up.

  Suddenly Duke is talking lifetime commitment, and Mav is backpedaling as hard as he can, not sure if he’s ready to accept all his best friend is offering him. Or the truth about what he is.

  Warning: Hot M/M sex inside. Do not open this book if you don’t like the idea of two deliciously muscular best friends becoming lovers.

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  Samhain Publishing, Ltd.

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  Str8te Boys

  Copyright © 2009 by Evangeline Anderson

  ISBN: 978-1-60504-590-0

  Edited by Heidi Moore

  Cover by Scott Carpenter

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  First Samhain Publishing, Ltd. electronic publication: June 2009

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  Str8te Boys

  Evangeline Anderson

  Dedication

  Dedicated to my loyal M/M readers. I get more e-mail from you than anyone else and I love you for it. Keep reading and I’ll keep writing.

  Chapter One

  “Dude, I need some green. They’re gonna fuckin’ kick us outta this joint if we don’t come across with the rent. And just because this is our last month here doesn’t mean I wanna spend it sleeping on the sidewalk.” Daniel Warren, aka “Duke” flopped down beside his roommate, Maverick Holms, on the beat-up black leather couch that faced the flat screen. He had short, spiky dark blond hair and a surfer-boy tan and his eyes reminded Mav of melted-chocolate brown. Despite his depressing words, he didn’t seem too concerned over the prospect of being kicked out of his apartment. But then, Duke never got too upset over anything. He had an easygoing personality which was good considering his size. Six foot four and all muscle—if he’d wanted to be a bad ass he could have pulled it off easily and it wouldn’t have been a pretty sight. So it was a good thing he was almost always in a relaxed mood.

  “We would’ve had plenty of money to pay the rent if you hadn’t spent it all on ‘victory weed’,” growled Mav, wishing Duke wouldn’t take up so much of the couch. There would have been plenty of room on the beat-up leather sofa for two regular sized people but he and Duke were both big guys. Mav was about an inch taller and just as muscular but other than that he didn’t think he and Duke looked that much alike. In fact they were almost complete opposites since Mav had dark brown hair that just missed being black by a shade and pale blue eyes. He was also the more serious and quiet of the two. Not that it takes much to be quieter than Duke, he thought, shooting his roommate and best friend a look. I’ve been through hurricanes that were less noisy and didn’t make as big a mess.

  “Ah, c’mon, Mav.” Duke punched his roommate in the bicep. “Had to have something to celebrate with—we won the finals! It’s our senior year and we finally pulled it off. Tell me that trophy didn’t look sweet when they handed it over.” He grabbed Mav in a headlock and started to wrestle playfully. “Admit it. Come on—admit it.”

  “Cut it out, Duke.” Mav brushed halfheartedly at the muscular arms encircling his neck. But he had to agree that the victory his roommate was still excited about had been a satisfying win. Duke was the captain of the University of South Florida men’s soccer team and Mav was the goalie and they had finished their final season as champions. Being on the team was the way they’d met in the first place and before the end of their freshman semester they’d decided to room together.

  At first it had been a rough transition living with a guy like Duke. Mav liked things neat and Duke was a total slob. Also, Mav liked to get his sleep and was serious about his schoolwork and Duke was a party waiting to happen who flew through his classes by the seat of his pants. The disgusting thing was how easily he made good grades while Mav had to work for his. Then again, Duke was headed for business school after he earned his BA and Mav was looking to become a pharmacist. Organic chemistry was considerably harder than business models and graphs, Mav often reminded himself. Still, despite the differences in their personalities, or maybe because of them, they were best friends and he wasn’t really mad at his roommate. But they did have to get the rent money from somewhere.

  “I say we take your precious flat screen to the U-pawn and see how much we can get for it,” he said, sitting up straighter and pretending not to notice that Duke’s muscular arm was still around his shoulders. The casual touching was another thing he’d learned to get used to when it came to Duke—his roommate was a very affectionate guy.

  “Are you nuts?” Duke gave him an incredulous look. “Mav, no way are we pawning the flat screen. What would we watch porn on if we did that?”

  Mav shifted awkwardly on the couch. “You’re the one who always wants to watch that shit instead of study.” He remembered the last time they watched some of his roommate’s extensive collection of X-rated titles together and the memory wasn’t exactly…comfortable. In fact, just thinking about it made his face feel hot. But Duke didn’t seem to notice his embarrassment.

  “Captain Dick and His Big Tits Cum Ship just isn’t the same without the flat screen. Neither is ESPN for that matter.” His strong fingers dug into the base of Mav’s neck in a seemingly unconscious massage as he talked and Mav made no move to get away from the intimate contact.

  “You straight boys and your breeder porn.” The new voice came from the only other seat in the living room of their apartment—a deep wicker chair with a red paisley beanbag cushion that Mav had inherited from his older sister when she’d decided to redecorate. Ethan Rames looked up from the brand new iPhone he was playing with and made a disgusted face. “All kinds of pussy here and vagina there…ugh! Don’t know how you watch that shit.”

  “Hey, at least we’re not watching guys do each other up the ass, gay boy.” Duke said the words without malice, a grin on his all-American features showing that he was kidding.

  It had surprised Mav at first that an alpha male jock like his roommate would have gay friends. He himself had come from a somewhat repressive background where “those people”, as his mother called them, were almost never mentioned, let alone befriended. But Duke’s own mom was divorced and had tons of gay shopping buddies so Duke was completely at ease, even around the out and proud Ethan and his partner, Evan. The two gay Es, he