Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Do you have plans tonight? If not, I thought you might want to come over?”
“Um…yeah, I’m free,” he said and then whispered, “Stop it,” to someone else.
“It’s okay if you can’t,” I told him, feeling a slight twist in my gut. It was clear he was with someone.
“It’s fine. Josh is just being stupid. I’d love to come over.”
At the mention of Josh, my stomach tightened even more. The bastard didn’t like me, and I wasn’t real fond of him myself. But it was obvious he and Kellan were incredibly close. How close, I didn’t know, and damn, just thinking that made jealousy slash through me again. “Bring stuff to stay the night. I’m not waking up alone this time. I’ll handcuff you to the bed if I have to.”
“Oh God. I nearly came. That was hot as fuck.”
I smiled. Who knew, Josh may have fucked him in the past, but Kellan was mine for now; well, not mine, but spending time in my bed. I liked the thought of him there much more than I probably should.
“I’ll be waiting.”
“I’ll be there soon,” he replied, and then I heard, “Josh!” before he hung up.
Trying to shove Kellan’s prick of a best friend out of my head, I took a quick shower and pulled on a pair of jeans. It was muggy and warm for spring, so I went without a shirt, even though I had the AC on in the house.
I went to the fridge to find something to make for dinner, but ended up ordering a pizza instead—all veggie, just how Kellan had liked it when he was a kid. I even got the sugary dessert he’d loved, and wondered if he still liked both of those things. People changed over ten years. There was no doubt Kellan had changed too.
I sat back and tried not to feel like an asshole of a friend for having invited Kellan over. It was hard, being stuck in this middle ground where I wasn’t sure if I should feel bad or not. Kellan was an adult. I was an adult. We had every right to do what we wanted, but it was the lying that clawed at my insides. I wasn’t a liar. I never had been, and now I was lying to one of the most important people in my life.
The doorbell rang, and I padded over to the door, unsure if it would be dinner or Kellan, which honestly, I would have been okay with skipping the food and devouring him instead.
I was surprised to see it was Kellan with the pizza in his hands. “I met the pizza guy out front and paid.”
“You shouldn’t have done that.” I’d invited him over. Dinner should have been on me.
“Why? Were you planning an orgy with me and the pizza guy? You’re already half naked. This is how so many porn videos start. I would have thought you were more creative than that.”
A laugh rumbled through my chest and out of my lips. I was pretty sure the only times I’d laughed over the past week were when I was talking with Kellan. He had this magic about him. I knew he thought he was weird and didn’t fit, but I’d always thought he was a breath of fresh air.
“I have a feeling you’ll keep me busy enough.” I stepped aside so he could come in, then closed and locked the door behind him. “You didn’t eat already, did you? I got your favorite pizza and that cinnamon thing; well, if you still like the same pizza and that cinnamon thing.”
Kellan set the food on the kitchen counter, cocked his head, bit his lip, and looked at me. “You remember the pizza I used to like?”
Shrugging it off, I went for plates. “It’s not a big deal.”
“It is to me,” Kellan replied softly, and I felt this tug toward him, this energy that made my fingers twitch with the need to touch him.
I set the plates on the counter beside him, hooked my thumb beneath his chin, and tilted his head up. “Don’t ever accept less than what you deserve. Not from me or anyone else. If you’re fucking the same person more than once, he damn sure better give you what you want.”
Kellan trembled. He did that a lot, I noticed, and I fucking loved being the one to make him do it. Loved knowing I had that effect on him.
“I don’t need anyone to give me what I want. I can do that for myself.”
“Doesn’t mean they shouldn’t want to.”
“And what about what you want?” Kellan asked.
I wanted him. Fuck, did I want him…so bad, I ached with it. It was unexpected and confusing, but it was the truth. And really, maybe it shouldn’t have been confusing at all. “You’re already giving me that.” Leaning down, I nipped at his bottom lip. Kellan whimpered, and I smiled against his mouth before giving him my tongue. He sucked on it, and then I was kissing him. I pushed him back, squeezing him between the counter and my body, tightly enough that I knew he would be on the edge of pain. Kellan had said he liked it a little rough, and I wasn’t one to complain about that.