Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“You conceited asshole,” he says with a smile, and it makes me smile back. He rolls his eyes. “I’m gonna get a drink. You want anything?”
“I’m good.”
He slides off the couch and walks to his kitchen, his tight ass shifting with each step, making my dick start to get hard again.
He pours himself a glass of water.
“You sure you don’t want anything? I have beers in the fridge.” He sounds so chill about what we’ve done. I wonder if he really feels nothing after what we just did.
That’s not possible. Our fucking was passionate—filled with excitement, hate, and sin. We lost ourselves in that moment. Let ourselves be consumed by our lust for each other’s bodies. I’ve never felt it like that. Like an itch that had to be scratched. Like I need Mark again because these few times haven’t been enough.
Naw,” I say. “Thanks, though.”
He takes a drink, approaches the couch, and asks, “So you live with your nanna?”
“What’s it to you?”
“Just a question. Sorry. Are those off limits? I figured since we just fucked, we might be able to talk.”
“Get to know each other?” I ask. “Maybe get friendly and then end up like Keith?”
“I’m not Keith. And I’m not like those other guys you’ve fucked.”
“What makes you so different?”
I’m genuinely interested. Because there is something about him I can’t quite pin down…unlike him, who eagerly wants me to pin him down.
“I’m not stupid enough to think you’re capable of anything other than what we’re doing right now.”
The way he says it, I believe him.
“I know you just came down to the basement that night because you wanted to take advantage of me,” he says.
“Take advantage?”
“A predator. Swooping in on the prey. You knew I was weak. You knew I was hurting. Hell, you fucking even knew how I found out about what Morgan and Greg were up to.”
“You think I’m that terrible of a person?”
“Aren’t you?”
“I’d heard about what happened between you guys, and I’m happy to help anybody get a little revenge sex. If anything, I thought I was doing you a favor.”
He laughs. “Yeah, I’m sure. As if you didn’t get anything out of it?”
I smirk.
“You know how good a fuck you are, don’t you?” I ask, and his smile tells me everything I need to know.
“I know I can put in the work.”
“Then don’t act like you were my victim.”
“I wasn’t. I was just saying you thought I was.”
“For someone who doesn’t like people making assumptions about him, you sure don’t have a problem making them about others.”
“I’m wrong?” Mark asks.
“Yes, you’re wrong. I wanted to have a little fun that night. You clearly wanted the same thing.”
“Well, it’s been more than a night.” He takes a sip from his cup and then sets it on the coffee table, which only has a few textbooks and the used condom and lube packaging on it.
“What does it matter?” I ask.
“Is this how you lure guys in?”
“I told Keith what was up—”
“Come on. This isn’t just about Keith. What about Vince Launder and Mack Jacobs?”
I can’t believe I’m fucking listening to this. “Do I seem like I’m subtle about shit?”
“I think it’s more than coincidental that you have a long list of guys who are emotionally wrecked after fucking around with you.”
“This is bullshit,” I say. I lean forward and grab his cup off the table, taking a sip before setting it back down.
“Do I keep fucking even when I know they’re starting to get attached? Yeah. But is it my fault I still want to get laid? Is it my fault when I’ve told them the way things are? I’m always honest. I get that Keith’s your friend and all, but you can ask him, and at no point in what we were doing was I unclear about what was going on. When I kept saying it was just for fun, I meant it. He’s the one who read more into what we were doing than was there.”
“Why do you think that is? That it’s not just him?” Mark grabs his glass of water and takes another drink.
“Beats me.”
He glares at me like he’s skeptical.
“Okay. Once guys get into my life, they see all this other stuff that’s not just me being a douchebag drug dealer, and they think that means they might be able to win me over. Like they’ll meet my nanna, Kitty. But I live with her because she’s got some medical issues. She had cancer last year. We spent most of last spring pushing through it.”
“Oh, shit,” he says, and it’s almost a whisper. And suddenly I realize, he’s thinking about his sister. I can see it on his face. See by how pale it got at the mere mention of cancer that it took him back to that dark point in his life.