Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I force myself to pay attention to the issue at hand. “So, you were using me—”
“You told your ex we hooked up to make him jealous, so who was using who here?”
I was right. He heard me and then he pitied me. That’s the only reason any of this happened.
My face fills with heat, but now not from the passion of his hot kiss. Just ’cause I’m embarrassed that I’m the guy he had to bail out of an awkward jam.
“Thank you,” I say.
He scrunches up his face.
“Thank you? I need a little more than a thank-you right now.”
If he wanted it, he could have a lot more than a thank-you.
“You gotta come to this dinner thing with me,” he says. “I assume you have a good suit to wear. Maybe a few too many because you seem uptight enough that you probably wear one for work occasionally.”
True, but it doesn’t keep me from being offended.
I pull away from him. Hot as he may be…and hard as my dick still may be from that kiss…I don’t have to take this.
“This is how you ask for a favor?” I keep my voice low, despite wanting to shout at him for being such an ass.
“Come on. I’m kidding. Trying to get you to ease up a bit. You’re all tense, not to mention hot and bothered. I helped you out of a jam, so I’m asking you to help me out of one.”
“I’m sorry, but this is crazy, and I can hardly even think right now.”
I turn to walk away.
This is the stupidest situation I could have gotten myself into, but I’m getting out of it right now.
A few people glance our way. We obviously created quite a few scenes together at this party.
I try to yank my hand free of Travis’s grasp, but he holds on tight and pulls me back to him, forcing another kiss.
The explosion happens all over again. Everything I’m pissed about, everything that’s bothered me disappears as I’m left with this hot moment and my desire to have him all to myself. To taste every part of him. To give him the sort of pleasure a guy like Travis must need. To work that fat cock of his until he blows his load in my mouth.
I hate myself for how much I want him. My body’s betraying me.
And my dick is hard as a fucking rock.
His tongue greets mine, and I accept it. I won’t fight this. Can’t fight this.
My body trembles with excitement as Travis releases my hands and strokes up and down my back, down to my ass, cupping both cheeks. He must be a good massage therapist. Every touch, every stroke feels so perfect—like he knows just how much pressure to apply to each muscle. Like he fucking took a class on The Art of Making a Guy Horny as Shit.
If he gets to enjoy my body, I don’t see why I can’t enjoy his, so I grab hold of him. Quickly. Desperately. Like this might be the last chance I ever get. I pull so close to him that his ripped torso is pressed against mine, and his hard cock—that big fucking cock—is against my pelvis.
He pushes me back against the cement wall before breaking our kiss.
Every nerve in my body is on edge, but my muscles are surprisingly relaxed.
“Why the fuck did you just do that?” I ask. Not that I have a problem with it, but I’m curious.
“In case you haven’t noticed, we got a lotta people watching us right now, so if we’re going to keep this up, we need to put on a good show. Plus, you’re a whole lot more agreeable when I have my tongue down your throat.”
He gives my ass another squeeze. “Now can you do me a solid here and help a guy out? I’m not asking for much. Just one dinner. Please.”
“I don’t think we’re going to be able to pull this off. I’m not a fucking actor, for Christ’s sake.”
“You didn’t need to be an actor to make them believe you a few minutes ago. Why is it any different?”
He’s right. I’ve never done anything like this before, but we were able to convince all those guys that we’re an item, so maybe I can.
“Which would you rather people think?” he asks. “You’re moping around, feeling sorry for yourself because that asshole who didn’t deserve you to begin with was a sleaze and moved in with another guy? Or that you’re so fucking over him that you’ve already fallen in love with a hot new piece of ass? That’s why you started lying to him earlier, isn’t it? You wanted him to think that you’d moved on. Why not throw this in his fucking face, and give a guy who could use a break a little help?”