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)
“Trust me, if he can’t be satisfied with you, he can’t be satisfied by anyone.”
As he gazes into my eyes, his smile returns.
I can tell his insecurity has dissolved.
“I don’t want to hear you saying stupid shit like that anymore, okay?”
“Okay,” he says, “but while we’re on the subject of Greg, I might as well tell you, Morgan texted me the other day.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m not sure what to do about it. He sent me a Facebook message a while back. I guess I don’t know how I can face him right now. But then I think about what we did behind Keith’s back and—”
“Whoa, whoa. I wasn’t dating Keith.”
“I know, but just…he gave me a chance to explain myself, and I wonder if I owe that to Morgan.”
“You’re a good guy, Mark. Too good sometimes.”
He smiles. “Whatever.”
“Give me a kiss.”
He leans over the bar for a light peck, but I grab the back of his neck and pull him in for a real kiss—the kind he deserves.
My face warms as the sensation of his lips against mine makes my dick hard.
Damn, the things he does to my body.
If I don’t stop this now, we won’t be getting out of here anytime soon. I pull away. “Now let me get some of this work out of the way, and we can have a little fun.”
After I close the place up, we sneak into the bathroom for a few kisses, and he gives me a blowjob. I don’t return the favor until we head back to the house and I shove my cock in his needy ass.
I can get fucking used to this.
32
MARK
I’m a little groggy from how long Tim and I stayed up last night, but I’m ready to push through the day. The bright white fluorescent hall lights sting my eyes as I walk to World History. It’s my first class today, and I need to push through it.
These past few weeks, I’ve been so proud of Tim. He’s stepped up to the challenge of creating a new life for himself, and I can see how much happier he is behind the bar than when he felt like a common criminal here on campus. He’s more relaxed, and our time together feels so fucking special. I’m even able to appreciate that things didn’t work out with Greg…that what he did to me is the very thing that led me down to the basement of that house party with only one intention—to get fucked.
Irresponsible and wild as the decision felt at the time, it’s worked out pretty fucking well, considering now I’ve fallen for the guy who I thought was nothing more than a total asshole.
As I near the classroom, my phone vibrates in my pocket, and I check it. It’s probably Tim. He likes to text me throughout the day, sometimes with a funny meme…or the occasional dick pic. I’m filled with enthusiasm until I see it’s from Greg. It reads, Dude, what the fuck?!
And there’s an Xtube link.
Greg hasn’t texted me since we split. I’m wondering if he mistakenly sent the link to me instead of Ryan, but I’m too curious not to check it out. I park alongside the wall beside the classroom door, clicking on the link.
A video pops up and starts to play.
It’s me and Tim, and he’s fucking me against the wall in the mansion basement.
The blood in my face drains.
This can’t be happening. This is a fucking nightmare. It has to be.
Tim told me he always deleted the videos, and we recorded this weeks ago. He’d never let something like this get out on purpose, but all I can think is, Who did he show it to who ended up throwing it online for everyone in the world to fucking see?
But I can hardly complete that thought before another one takes over.
Mom’s gonna be pissed. Dad’s gonna be pissed. Everyone at school is going to see this. Everyone in the press is going to talk about this.
My thoughts race as pressure steadily builds in my chest.
I’m nauseous.
I want to sit down and break out into a fit of tears.
So many emotions move through me, and the way chills rush across my skin, it’s like I suddenly have a fever.
I keep thinking, It was on his phone. The video was on his fucking phone.
Why the fuck didn’t he delete it? And how the fuck did it end up leaking out to the whole fucking world?
Tim showed it to the wrong person. I just know it. Maybe that’s even why he likes to record them. Because he likes to share them with some of his buddies.
Tears stir in my eyes as the familiar feeling of being duped fills me. Not just because it got out, but at the thought of him sending it to someone. Sharing it with anyone. He said he deleted them. And it wasn’t even a video from when we first started seeing each other. It was one after he told me he wanted to be my boyfriend. After that night when he told me that he loved me.