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)
Not that I would have had the balls to do that…not with a guy that hot. But he seems more like the kind who—had I done something wild…something so not me—would have thrown me on the bed and had his way with me.
Travis laughs with the guy who shook his ass against him. Travis now has both arms wrapped around him. His gaze shifts to me.
Fuck. Caught. Bail.
I turn back to Hayden.
“So, I was hoping to stick it in the back,” he says.
I have no fucking clue what he’s talking about, but now I’m imagining Travis’s dick in my ass, and I realize my dick has been growing this whole time.
Fuck me to hell.
I turn so my hard-on is facing the wall beside me. Hayden doesn’t seem to notice, and I’m hoping no one else will catch on.
“That sounds good, right?” Hayden asks me. “Just put the shoe rack in the back of the closet?”
“Yeah. Sounds great.”
“Hey, stranger,” a voice comes from beside me.
I tense up.
Hayden eyes me uneasily before I turn and see Peter approaching with Evan at his side.
For once, my anxiety around them works in my favor because it doesn’t take my dick long to recover from what thinking about Travis did to it. I wait for it to settle before I turn the rest of my body toward the lying cheat.
I can understand Peter coming over, but with Evan? Evan can fucking go find a buddy to chat with. I don’t need to be ambushed right now.
I search for Derek, who’s still busy entertaining the bears. Fortunately, as I look to Hayden, a wink assures me he’s got my back. I move close to him, shifting my body to face off with Bastard and Bastard’s Lover.
“Glad you made it out today, Gary,” Peter says, offering a smile.
I can tell he’s shaved his chest and torso for the event. The longest he ever lets the grays grow out on his chest is a half inch or so. He usually cuts it the night before events like this. His jet-black hair is, like so much of our relationship was, a lie. I used to help him dye the spots he couldn’t see in the back of his head. Guess that’s Evan’s job now.
Evan’s about my size but blond with gorgeous hazel eyes. He’s shorter than me and a lot prettier. His smile, filled with perfect teeth that must’ve cost someone a fortune, reminds me of his modeling past—something Derek and I learned when we Facebook-stalked him after I discovered Peter’s betrayal.
I never stood a chance against this guy.
“Derek wasn’t going to miss this for the world,” I say, stressing that my reason for being here had nothing to do with him.
“How you been?” I can tell by the way Peter asks that he’s reaching for something. It’s the way he’d talk to me if he wanted me to tell him why I was having a hard day at work.
Why do you think I’m having a bad day, asshole? You think that having to confront my ex and his new guy is easy for me?
“I’m fine,” I say quickly, hoping the shorter I am with him, the sooner they’ll leave me alone.
He studies me, and I worry he’s sensing my uneasiness. Then he asks Hayden, “How’s the new place working out for you guys?”
Hayden launches into his spiel about his and Lance’s place. He doesn’t go into great detail. He talks to Peter the way he would if some stranger was asking about the same thing. But he still manages to drag it out like he’s working to keep Peter’s attention off me, which I appreciate. After a few minutes, Hayden starts chatting Evan up.
“I’m a little concerned about you, kiddo,” Peter mutters.
Kiddo? That’s his pet name for me. I never liked it, but now I really don’t like it.
“Why are you concerned?” I ask.
“You know, people talk.”
“Are there rumors about me that don’t involve you and Evan?”
He looks slightly shocked by my confrontational response.
“Gary, I know you’re still hurt about what happened, but you don’t have to act out.”
“How am I acting out?”
“Yesterday morning, Evan and I saw you from his place. You were with a guy. That kid, Travis.”
Evan’s unit is on the sixteenth floor in the opposite tower. I usually keep my blinds cracked during the day to let a little light in. I close them at night since I can see into the bedrooms on the lower floors in the North Tower when people leave them cracked open. Figure if I can see into theirs, other people can see into mine. But I was so drunk the other night, I didn’t even think about it.
He totally thinks we were messing around, and I’m not going to lead him to believe otherwise, especially if it’s bothering him, which it must be if he’s bringing it up now.