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)
“I could have put so much more up and both of you fucking know it. You fucking animals.”
His face, which was flushed when Mark first stepped out, is now pink as his tone becomes harsh, his words filled with hate.
“Jealous much?” I ask.
“You fucking bastard.” He comes at me, fists ready.
I snatch his wrists and turn him around before shoving him back against his wall.
“No, you’re the fucking bastard. For what you did. What you tried to fucking do.”
“You know the story tomorrow morning’s going to be, ‘Governor’s Son Gets Fucked by Drug Dealer.’ ”
“No, it’s not. It’s going to be, ‘Governor’s Son and Boyfriend Victims of Asshole Hacker.’ ”
“You think we don’t have media leverage?” Mark asks, his left eyebrow arched higher than his right.
Keith takes a breath, and as he appears to calm down, I release him.
“Goodbye, fucker,” I say. “Hope you get what you deserve. Come on, Mark.”
I take Mark’s hand, and I head toward the hall, but Mark tugs me back. “One more question,” Mark asks. “That day at the library. You acted so thrown by everything. You knew all along?”
Keith snickers. “Of course I knew. Been watching you guys since the beginning. I knew I had to put on a convincing act. Wouldn’t have been very believable if I started acting all cool with you right away.”
“You’re a fucking dick,” Mark says as he guides us into the hall.
Through my periphery, I see Keith step out of his room.
“I’m supposed to believe the drug dealer’s going to go to the cops? I’ll turn you in.”
“They can fucking search my place,” I call back to him. “I’m clean. I’m just a bartender.”
There’s catharsis in being able to say that and it being true.
“Feel better?” I ask Mark.
“Starting to.” A smile creeps across his face—one that promises to deliver so many more in our future.
Epilogue
MARK
I wonder if the alarm is going to go off soon. The sunlight pours through the blinds of my bedroom, reflecting off the screen on Tim’s phone.
I want to know what time it is. See if we need to get up to Mom’s event yet, but Tim’s arm is draped around me, his nose pressed against my neck. I just want to savor this moment. Fully take it in.
I’m safe in these arms that have held me close like this for a year.
It’s been a fucking year since the day we used that word.
Boyfriends.
Seems like we’re so much more than that now.
I keep perfectly still. I don’t want him to wake up. Just want to enjoy him holding me like this. Just right. Feeling his breath against the back of my neck.
He shifts his head back and forth, and his lips near my ear before he says, “You pretending to be asleep again?”
I chuckle. “Shut up!”
He presses his face into my cheek, and I can feel him smile before he licks across my skin, stirring desire within me.
He pushes up and gets on his knees, crawling to the side before pushing on my arm to force me on my back.
I gaze at him, appreciating those eyes that are filled with the morning light.
His dark hair is longer than when we first started seeing each other, the bangs falling over his forehead.
I look over his body, his muscles a lot more fucking bulky these days because we’ve started going to the gym together—something that has made our sex life even more fun, which I didn’t think was fucking possible.
He pulls the covers up and crawls under them. He grips my morning wood, and soon, the wet delight of his mouth takes my hard cock in.
I roll my head back on the pillow, enjoying the sensations that start off creeping through me, but then jolt through my body in powerful waves.
He’s so fucking good at what he does.
He was great in the beginning, but the longer we’ve been together, the more he’s become acquainted with my body and its needs. If he wanted to, he could make me come in under a minute because he knows all the right places to touch. He listens to my body. He notes every moan…every twitch and shift when I’m aroused. And he knows the perfect balance between giving me what I want and withholding it so that he can drive me fucking insane.
He sucks me off and swallows my load before he tosses the covers off over his head, throwing them behind him, a big grin on his face.
“Happy anniversary, you naughty boy,” he says as I shake on the bed, recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me.
We shower off and get ready before heading to the Woodruff Arts Center.
Tim, Kitty and I sit in the audience Mom stands before, delivering a speech about healthcare reform and the importance of cancer research. These days, I’m not irritated by her speeches. And she seems to be working harder to bring some authenticity to them. Even as she speaks about Becky, I see her tear up, and I do too. When she finishes, we wait for her to make her rounds with some VIPs.