Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
It had been a few days since he’d stayed the night and we’d hung out with Theo. I hadn’t seen him since. We texted back and forth, and I knew he was busy at work, but he usually came to Fever to see me. Even if he wasn’t drinking, he’d find a stool at the bar and we’d shoot the shit when I wasn’t busy making drinks.
Only he hadn’t come in.
And he hadn’t been to my place.
All this after I’d had my dick in his mouth—and I knew from hearing him talk that he quite liked dick in his mouth—but maybe he’d realized he wasn’t super fond of my dick in particular. I’d never had any complaints before. It was a nice cock, if I did say so myself. It had made many women scream in pleasure over the years, and they sure as shit had liked sucking me off. But since he was the first man to blow me, he had my head spinning with stupid-ass shit like, What if he doesn’t like sucking my dick? What if dudes look for something different and my junk doesn’t do it for him?
Then logic would take over, and I’d feel like an idiot for thinking that way, only to have those insecurities worm their way to the surface again later.
I’d miscalculated how weird it would be to screw around and be fake boyfriends with Camden. All I’d thought was: friend, hot, orgasms, experience what it’s like to be with a guy, and I’d jumped in. There had never been a time in my life when I’d stressed about sex. I had it when I wanted. I was good at it. It was easy for me to say goodbye to the person afterward.
Camden Burke was fucking with me, and I didn’t like it.
Maybe it was the fake-boyfriend thing. I mean, it wasn’t normal behavior, pretending to be someone’s boyfriend. But this was Fever Falls, and from what I could see, that shit happened here fairly often.
Fuck. I was obsessing again, which wasn’t like me.
It was Thursday night before I saw Cam again. Fever was busy for a Thursday night at eight, but I noticed him right away as he walked toward the bar. He had on a faded pair of jeans with holes in the knees and a black, long-sleeved tee that pulled tight across his chest. Even though he wasn’t close enough, I knew it said Burke Construction in the upper left-hand corner.
I was making a Long Island as he eased onto a stool down the bar from me. I didn’t make eye contact with him, but still felt his stare on me, felt him take me in, so I thought, Hey, maybe he had liked my cock, while also berating myself for the fucked-up train of thought.
After handing the drink over and being paid, I made my way down the bar. Charlie, one of the other bartenders, was leaning over the counter, talking to Cam. He was a cute, twinky little thing who’d told me more than once he wanted beneath Camden…or on his knees for him. Every time I laughed it off and ignored him, but suddenly I felt my gut twist as I watched Cam laugh at something he said.
“Hey, Beautiful,” Cam greeted me as I stood beside Charlie with my arms crossed.
“Well, that’s not fair. You never call me beautiful,” Charlie teased, winking at me. The tightness in my stomach increased, and I couldn’t figure out why I’d liked Charlie before. It wasn’t his fault. I’d told him a thousand times I wasn’t with Cam, but dude, did he have to flirt so much?
“You want a beer?” I asked Cam, trying to get myself to chill the fuck out.
“Nah, just some ice water tonight. It’s been a long-ass week, and we’re topping out a big job tomorrow, so I need to head out early. Just thought I’d stop in and say hi.”
There was confirmation as to why I hadn’t seen him all week. Why did I still not feel better? This insecure shit was getting to me.
“I’ll grab it,” I told him just as Charlie said, “You’re starting to hurt my feelings, Camden.”
Cam laughed as I plopped the ice water in front of him.
“You know you’re sexy,” Cam said. “You don’t need me to tell you.”
“And he needs it? Everyone knows he’s fucking gorgeous,” Charlie replied, and my teeth ground together.
“Yeah, he is, but I’m special, so I’m the only one who’s allowed to call him that.” Cam cocked a brow at Charlie before taking a drink of his water. I watched him swallow and I shivered, remembering what his mouth had felt like on me.
I also knew what he was doing, and damned if it didn’t make my pulse speed up. Cam was easing Charlie away from giving me compliments because of what I’d told him.