Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Hidden against his chest, Tam’s fists clenched. “That will never happen.”
Driver’s cocky smirk returned. “Then you’ve got nothing to lose. Come out with me, I’ll take you to this amazing noodle place in Chinatown and we’ll play pool. It doesn’t have to been anything you don’t want it to be.”
“Why won’t you just give up?”
“Maybe one day I’ll tell you, but for now, what do you say? Tomorrow night?”
“Why do I have the feeling I won’t get rid of you until I agree?”
“Because you are a very observant and intelligent person.” Driver’s megawatt smile completely devastated Tam’s defenses.
Maybe he was crazy, but even if it was just for one night Tam wanted to feel the same breath-stealing thrill again. And Driver was the only one who could give it to him.
“Fine,” he said, lifting his chin. “But you won’t get what you want.”
“I want a lot of things, beautiful, and only one of them involves us getting naked together.”
“And knock off the charming act. It doesn’t work on me.”
“Liar, liar, pants on fire.”
“You’re a piece of work.”
Driver’s laugh was teasing and defiant. “I haven’t even gotten started.”
For some reason, this made the stampede in Tam’s insides come to life again. What more was there in store? And how would he survive it?
As they made their way back to the group, Tam wasn’t sure he could.
It was entirely possible Driver would be devastating to Tam’s world. But that still didn’t stop him from meeting Driver’s smile with one of his own.
* * *
Later that night, Driver dragged the pink lace of Tam’s panties over his cheek. The delicate fabric caught on his sideburns in a way that sent shivers of lust down his spine. He reclined across the full length of Harrison’s couch wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. The window was open and a chilly breeze fluttered the curtains and cooled his overheated skin.
He’d stayed away from Tam for the rest of the party. But he hadn’t left. Not until the very last guest was out the door. Tam forced him out by threatening to stomp on his toes with his stilettos. It had been darn cute. So cute that Driver smiled again just thinking about it.
The city’s ever-present orchestra of noise was fitting background music to his torture—both were frenzied and indulgent.
It was the middle of autumn. He shouldn’t be sweating, but he could still smell Tam’s watermelon breath. He could still see the excitement glittering in Tam’s eyes and the way he’d licked his lips in an unconscious invitation. And Driver could definitely still feel the way their bodies connected as they’d danced.
It made his blood hotter than lava.
He needed the cold because for the past six hours he’d been burning up.
Which was why he was stretched out in his skivvies caressing himself with lace. Christ, that dance had been something else. He’d never seen anyone transcend reality like that and just fucking fly. Tam had been magic. Pure, simple, unadulterated fucking magic, and Driver had been enthralled. Still was.
Might always be.
He’d wanted to carry Tam to a bed then and there, but hell if he’d break Tam’s spell. He wouldn’t ruin the dance and lose the look of utter bliss on Tam’s face.
But now his pulse still roared like Ducati V-Twins, visceral and ground-shaking, thundering in his ears. He brought the soft material to his nose and inhaled. Immediately his cock jerked inside its cotton confines. He’d been hard ever since and now he was aching, but something held him back. Normally he’d have wrung one out in the bathroom and gone back to the party, but not tonight. He’d clung to his desire like it was precious and he hated the idea of letting go now.
Except he’d never get any sleep if he didn’t do something about the gearshift in his shorts. He either needed to douse himself in an ice bath or erupt like a volcano. A glance at the wall clock told him it was two in the morning. He had a meeting in New Jersey with Fitch at nine. It’d be nice if he could get there on time and look relatively professional.
Turned out the guy owned a construction company—what were the odds? If Fitch agreed to hire him on a day-to-day basis, plus working random shifts for Brandon, Driver might be able to save enough cash to afford the upgrades he’d been wanting to do on his cruiser before he left town. So, yeah, he had to do something about the monster in his boxers and get some sleep.
Crushing the lace fabric in his fist, he pushed his briefs down around his knees. The cold air on his cock combined with his desperation made him groan. He collapsed back, his head hitting the armrest with a thud. One fist around his length and the other rubbing those damned panties over his skin, Driver finally gave in. Five strokes from base to tip first. Then with his fingertips he played with the crown. His mouth parted as his breathing became unsteady. God, it felt good, better than he could ever remember, and he jerked off a lot.