Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“You sound just like Kace did when I first met him,” Nathan told me. “I’m glad there are young guys out there who appreciate us old men.”
Shawn rolled his eyes. “You are not old. You’re 37.”
“I feel like I’ve been old since the moment I had a kid,” Nathan joked. “But thank you.”
“It’s just a fantasy I’ve never fulfilled,” I admitted. “I’ve never gotten to be with a guy who’s even a year older than me, let alone much older. It’s all I want, sometimes. A guy with wisdom and knowledge and experience in all the right ways…”
Charlie groaned. “Okay, now you have to stop,” he said, “not because you’ve gone too far, but because you’re making me drool. I need to see my boyfriend. He’s young, but very wise—”
Shawn snorted. “Charlie, you and Jax have been glued together since you admitted you’re in love. You have that desperate need to get railed every month of the year. Every week of the year.”
“Every second of every day,” Nathan added.
“Yeah, but something about the twinkly lights just makes me want to guzzle his cum even more—”
“Charlie, for God’s sake,” Shawn said. He looked over at me. “I’m sorry, Casey, we’re usually a lot more professional than this.”
I held up my hands. “Please, say more. Nothing like a side of filth with my new backsplash.”
A slow, creeping envy filled my chest, though. I loved that the guys were open to talking about stuff, but I also desperately wanted what they had. All three of them were happy with their partners, and I had nobody to keep me warm this winter.
I’d gotten used to being lonely, though. I’d set up my Christmas tree alone a few days ago. This week, I would hang my Christmas lights on the front of my house on my own.
Maybe, someday, I’d have love like the Fixer Brothers seemed to have found.
For now, I only had one mission: to find that elusive Christmas cock. Hopefully on an older guy who could put me in my place.
The real trouble started when the guys offered to bring me along to their favorite brewery that night—where I met the man that, I swear, I did not know was my best friend’s dad.
“Casey, we’re going to head to Jade Brewery,” Charlie said after the guys had cleaned up my kitchen for the evening. “You’re more than welcome to come along. Can’t promise any hookups, but I can guarantee I’ll beat you in a round of pool.”
“God, yes,” I said. “Let’s do it.”
We headed out into the cold December evening around six o'clock. Our breath was visible in the air as we walked and talked during the short few blocks to Spruce Street at the heart of the town, yesterday’s snowfall crunching under our boots. Spruce Street was full of mom-and-pop shops, small businesses, and cobblestone walkways, and right now, it looked like a winter wonderland, dusted with white.
Talking with the Fixer Brothers guys rekindled a feeling inside me that I hadn’t realized I’d been missing: good, old-fashioned friendship. I’d been needing it since moving up here to the mountains—because goddamn, I missed my best friend. Ever since Justin had started traveling a ton for work, we barely got to see each other.
“Look at that,” Nathan said, pointing as the four of us walked toward the brewery. “They’re putting up all of the wintertime decorations.”
“Holy shit, they really go all out here, don’t they?” I said.
All around Spruce Street, a huge crew of people were busy hanging up tons of glowy string lights, wreaths, garlands, and occasional ornaments. At the edge of the small bridge near the center of the town square, more people were setting up a tall Christmas tree.
And of course, my eyes landed on the very hot, very buff men who were hanging a string of lights right on the awning of Jade Brewery.
One man in particular.
A man who was every bit the strong, mountain-Daddy fantasy that I went fucking crazy for.
He had to be in his early forties at least. Even under the dim light of the Christmas lights, I could see that he had some salt-and-pepper greying going on in his hair, and he was wearing fitted jeans and a red plaid flannel over a white T-shirt.
He turned to grab another section of lights from beside him and briefly met my eyes, smiling in a way that made the sides of his eyes crinkle up. God, those eyes. Kind eyes. Hazel green. And yet somehow also electric, like his expression had a spark to it.
It made my cock perk up instantly.
“Pretty magical,” I said, my eyes still trained on him as he reached upward to nail in another portion of the string lights.
“Want to give me a hand, or are you just here for the view?” the man said, glancing back down at me with one eyebrow raised.