Sawyer's POV
After I finished stuffing my obscene toys back to the box, shame still clouded me.
"s**t!" I hissed, still sitting on the cold floor.
Just my luck that the first day I moved in with two men that are way out of my friendship league, my box of s*x toys spill over.
"I should have double taped that stupid box." I talked to myself, huffing in annoyance.
"I'm not gay." I whispered to myself, hands shaking.
Those words were words that I've said a million times to myself. I was straight as an arrow. I just loved soft fabrics and pretty colors.
Also, it was not only gay men that loved shoving silicone big c***s up their tight puckers.
Except I don't think Ford and Walker would think I was. The way they were both shocked to see my array of toys made my heart beat so fast
