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)
All to help his nanna with her bills? I knew the money certainly helped, but didn’t understand that’s why he got into the industry to begin with.
“You like…doing this?” Another question I’ve never bothered to ask.
“It pays the bills.”
“But if you didn’t have to—”
“It’d drive me crazy if I thought like that, because the reality is, right now I do, so what does anything else matter?”
I quiet. I shouldn’t press any further.
He leans in to me and kisses me on the cheek.
It’s the first time he’s ever done something like that, but I keep my cool.
“It’s cute when you worry,” he says.
My face is warm where he kissed.
“That didn’t go against any rules?” I ask, calling him out on the kiss.
He smirks. “Rules are made to be broken,” he says with a shrug.
Again, I’m left wondering if that’s the kind of shit he’d say around Keith, but I don’t want to make too big a deal out of it since I liked it.
These past few days in particular have felt like we’ve played right on the line, bending the rules.
Not necessarily breaking them, but I like being around him.
Maybe more than I should.
12
TIM
I take another bite of Froot Loops, thinking about how shitty life can be.
Wish he hadn’t brought up the business. Makes me think about the roads I’ve walked. The choices I’ve made because of those roads. I’m not proud of what I’ve done, and it’s not like there wasn’t a better way, but I made my choices.…Now I live with them every day.
“How can you fucking eat like that and have that body?” Mark asks, and I can tell he’s trying to lighten the mood.
“Just lucky, I guess,” I say before devouring another spoonful.
The way he looks me up and down takes my mind off all that other crap. Because I can see his interest, his desire—and I like it.
He’s not like Keith. He could walk away from this. Most of the guys I’m used to couldn’t have gone on this long without getting clingy. Those guys don’t understand what it means to just fuck around. They think in terms of finding a man. Of having someone in their lives who they can depend on. And they want to believe that somehow the bad boy and the good little schoolboy can work. Part of some fantasy they’ve conjured up—something I guess they learned from watching too much TV.
Mark, on the other hand, gets where the line is. Hell, the sex is incredible as fuck, and so is the talking, but he gets that what we have isn’t a relationship. He understands what fuck buddies are. And if anything, I’m the one who’s having a good time hanging around with him. More than I have with other guys in the past. It’s one of the reasons I don’t mind sticking around his place after we mess around. I can joke with him. Talk to him about shit and not feel like he’s steadily wrapping his octopus tentacles around me.
He eyes my bowl and says, “You could share a little bit of that, you know?”
He reaches for it, but I pull it away.
“Get your own.”
His face twists into a smirk before I give in.
“You gonna open your mouth for the train?” I ask as I get a spoonful and move it toward him.
He presses his lips together.
“Oh, now you close your mouth? You certainly don’t do that when I shove my fat cock in your face.”
When I keep moving the spoon closer to him, he turns his head.
“Stop it!” he says. He chuckles as he turns back to me. His eyes, sparkling in the living room light, catch me off guard. They make me see just how beautiful he really is.
I’ve noticed it a few times since we started all this.
Despite how hurt Greg left him, he still has this little kid in him that’s playful and eager and excited.
I come to life around him. Like he’s drawing out the little kid in me.
“Come on,” I say. Now I’m being serious. “Show me that you can take what I give you.”
He turns back to me, stares into my eyes, and opens his mouth.
“You ready to swallow my load?”
He leaves his mouth hanging open, not answering my question, but clearly inviting me to feed him.
I guide the spoon in, and when I pull it out, he closes his mouth and chews.
“You nasty fuck,” I say. “You dirty, dirty boy.”
When he swallows, my dick hardens.
“Mmmm,” I growl. I lean forward and offer a kiss to reward him.
As he kisses back, I find that a sharp delight rushes through me. Puts a smile on my face as once again, being with Mark makes me forget about the rest of the world. About pain. About sadness. About how cruel life can be.
“What…about…the no kissing…outside of sex…rule,” he says between kisses.