Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
As we ran, I enjoyed the quiet of the forest around us. I’d bought nearly a hundred acres of the land surrounding the piece of property I’d built my house on, so I was assured that I wouldn’t be stuck with any nosy neighbors anytime soon. I’d see signs of the occasional hiker, but it wasn’t often since there weren’t any public access points nearby.
Nathan managed to keep up with me, but I could tell he was struggling, so I slowed my pace and shortened the run so that we were heading back to the house after a mile. By the time we reached the deck, Nathan was breathing hard and covered in sweat.
And I wanted him more than fucking ever.
I wasn’t surprised when he grabbed my arm, though he didn’t hang on to it for long. I was learning to temper my instinctive reaction to him touching me.
“Now tell me what you meant earlier!”
“Go shower and change and meet me in my office. Coffee is in the kitchen.”
“No! You tell me now!” he snapped, and then he was in my face.
“You really want to do this again, Nate?” I breathed as my body reacted to his nearness.
My words were like dumping ice water on him. He quickly let go of me and took several steps back. I was moving forward before I even realized it, and I barely managed to stop myself from snagging him around the back of the neck and pulling his mouth to mine.
“Shower, change, coffee, my office,” I bit out. “In that order.”
I didn’t wait to see what he would say in response, because I suspected it would just piss me off and I’d either hit him or kiss him.
Although I knew it was the latter and not the former.
I went to my own room and quickly showered and predictably jerked off to images of Nathan coming apart in my arms. I cursed the fact that I had so little control that I’d even had to do it in the first place, but it was better than being tempted to bend him over my desk.
Who the fuck was I kidding? I was going to be imagining that anyway.
My watch told me Nathan had beat me and was already in my office, so I took my time getting some coffee and willed my still-raging dick to settle down. The little shit would have to just get used to my hand because Nathan’s gorgeous ass was definitely off limits. It was one thing to jerk the guy off in the heat of the moment, but to fuck him…no way. Hell, he was a fucking virgin.
Even the idea of me being the first man to touch Nathan like that, to bury myself inside of his luscious body, had my cock twitching in excitement. Fuck, at this rate, I’d be spending most of my waking hours in the gym or the damn shower.
I was pleased to see Nathan had grabbed himself a coffee. I went around my desk and tried to ignore the sight of him with damp hair and those damnably tight jeans. I absently wondered if he’d had to clean the proof of his release the night before off the jeans in the sink or something. I took a sip of coffee and then set the mug down on the desk as I began mentally preparing myself for yet another battle with the man.
Chapter 11
Nathan
Even being this close to him was bringing back all the feelings from the night before that I’d been trying to convince myself hadn’t been real. From the moment I’d gotten to my room, ripped off my clothes and climbed into my shower, I’d been letting myself fall back on my father’s teachings.
That I’d somehow been lured by the devil.
But I knew it wasn’t true. Yeah, Vincent was a lot of things, but he hadn’t been responsible for what had happened the night before. I’d had the chance to walk away…several chances. I’d just wanted him more. If anyone was the devil in this scenario, it was me.
Because I was the one standing in front of crowds and going on TV saying one thing and believing another. I’d been telling people for months now that I didn’t see my brother and people like him as anything but equal, but I’d refused to acknowledge that I was one of those very people. Somewhere along the way, I’d decided it was better to be someone with some sexual hang-ups and a poor track record with women than face the truth.
I didn’t want to dwell on why that was.
So I focused on the man in front of me. I didn’t even bother telling him to explain himself. He knew what we were here for and I was tired of being on unequal footing with him. Which meant I had to force myself to be patient as Vincent messed around with his computer. When he finally did look at me, the stern expression had me struggling not to squirm in my seat. Because I knew what that look meant. I wasn’t going to like what he had to say, and worse, he expected me not to argue with him about it.