Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Would you read it?” Van asked.
“I don’t know.” He really didn’t. He thought about his father, the man who’d promised to love them but who left when shit got hard. Who left Shane to take care of things, and he wasn’t sure he’d want to hear a damn thing the man had to say.
“Yeah, I don’t know either.”
They finished looking around, Shane keeping his phone in his hand the whole time. They ate dinner in a funky little diner filled with bright colors and laughter.
When they left they walked around a small crafts fair, where Shane bought some handmade earrings for his mom. There was a young boy with his mom who stopped them and held out his hand.
“Here you go,” he said.
Shane frowned, not sure what the boy was doing. He had a black beaded necklace and bracelet in his hand.
“You can have them. I made it.”
He looked up at who he assumed was the boy’s mom and she nodded. “He likes to do this. He makes jewelry and says he likes to give it to people who look nice. You should take that as a compliment.”
“Wow…this is…I don’t know what to say.” He took the beaded jewelry from the boy. “That’s very kind of you. I’m going to give one to my boyfriend and I’ll wear the other.” He hadn’t even thought before calling Van that.
The little boy just smiled and said, “Awesome!”
Shane put the black bracelet on Van’s wrist and the necklace around his own. “Thank you,” he said.
“The world could use more people like you,” Van added.
The two smiled, waved and went on their way. “That was…pretty incredible.” Shane fingered the necklace.
“Yeah it was.”
Shane grabbed Van’s hand and the two of them went on their way. When they got back to Van’s place, he started a shower while Shane called his mom.
“How’s everything?” Van asked when he got out. He had a towel around his waist and wet curls plastered to his forehead. In other words, sexy as fuck.
“Good. She sounds fine. She had a knitter over.” She’d been excited to hear about everything Shane had done so far.
“She’s a good lady,” Van said.
“The best.” Shane pushed to his feet and stretched. His shirt rose high, showing Van tanned skin over tight muscles, and a happy trail he wanted to lick. “Mind if I take a quick shower too?”
“Sure don’t. Help yourself to anything you need in there.”
“Can you keep an ear out for my phone? It’s on the charger.”
Van nodded so Shane grabbed his bag and made his way into the bathroom. As he washed up, he thought about their day—the art and Van’s paintings and photographs.
What he wanted Van to do to him, with him. That newfound fantasy that got him so damn hard he couldn’t see straight.
He wanted it. Wanted it with Van and knew Van would want it with him too.
Shane turned the water off, got dry, and then wrapped a towel around his waist as well.
The bathroom door was open and Van was standing by the window looking out. Van turned when he stepped into the room.
Shane walked over, teased the edge of Van’s towel with his finger and asked, “Will you take pictures of me again?” His voice hoarse and needy.
“You know I will.”
“That’s not all I want.” Shane danced his fingers up Van’s chest before circling his nipple. “I want to see us together. Want to feel like there are eyes on us when you take me, and I want you to be the one doing the taking. I want to lose myself in my fantasy with you.” The fantasy that always made Shane feel like someone different. More worldly. Plus, it was just sexy as fuck.
Van gulped. Shane watched his Adam’s apple bob. He wanted to lick it, wanted his tongue all over Van’s body and Van’s all over him. “I think that can be arranged,” Van replied. He flicked the edge of Shane’s towel, making it drop to the floor. The fact that they were standing in front of a window, and he was wearing nothing except a beaded necklace, upped the intensity for Shane. Not that being with Van wasn’t intense enough. “Wait for me right here. Don’t move. Let me get my stuff.”
Shane nodded and Van disappeared from the room. He looked down at the lights from the city. The cars speeding down below. It was so fucking alive there and he liked that, he did, but seeing it, he knew it wasn’t what he would want consistently, even if he didn’t have his mom back home.
There was a rustling sound. He turned his head, and when he did, Van snapped a picture. “Perfect. Sexy ass and pretty face. Two of my favorite things.”
“What about my dick?”
“You know I love that too. I fucking worship it.”