Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Arden did not sound like a girl at all.
In fact, the voice that came from the plump mouth dipped in lip gloss, while not particularly low, was most definitely male. And as Mike’s gaze gravitated lower, down the little protrusion at Arden’s throat, over the planes of the chest, to the package at the front of Arden’s jeans, one thing became abundantly clear.
The pretty thing that should have been another of his conquests was a boy. Or was he? She? They? Those things could get confusing nowadays. Mike would go with he for now.
“Don’t hurt yourself with that,” Mike said, nodding at the butterfly knife.
“Oh, I know how to use it,” Arden said despite his breath hitching as if he were facing a lion. “I might not be able to kill you, but I will take an eye, you… caveman.”
Mike’s eyes grew wider, and he found himself staring at Arden’s lips again, as if his brain refused to register Kane had intentionally pushed him at someone who wasn’t on Mike’s usual menu. “Take my eye? Now why would you want to hurt such a handsome face?” he asked with a wide smile.
Arden lowered his puny weapon, but watched Mike’s every move like a baby hawk. And despite his voice, the Adam’s apple, and the cock in those tight pants, Mike’s brain refused to register that Arden shouldn’t be a sex object for him. The pretty thing even smelled like a girl. Flowers and bubblegum.
“You are… neutral to me.” Arden frowned, drawing Mike’s gaze to his eyebrows. They were cute and manicured, and the fact that the boy wore the kind of delicate makeup that gave skin a luminous, angelic appearance left Mike with a deepening sense of confusion.
Arden made a damn stunning girl, regardless of what hid in his pants, and Mike found himself weirdly fascinated with the ambiguity of the person standing in front of him. “I’m definitely not neutral to you. You look better than my last ex.”
The tiny knife lowered farther. Bad move, if Mike were actually up to no good, but Arden didn’t look like someone with experience in fighting. With his smooth face and tiny frame he could’ve still been in his teens.
Arden glanced up at him, and Mike kept noticing new details about his face, like the crystal stud in his shapely nose, or the tiny spade symbol drawn above the side of his eyebrow. How did a person like this end up working at the gas station of the Smoke Valley MC in Hawk Springs, Nevada?
“Um… Thank you? But yeah, you’re not my type.”
Mike frowned, glancing all the way to Arden’s nipples, hardened against the white fabric. “You’re straight?” he asked, because, as incredible as that would have been, it wasn’t impossible.
“N-no.” Arden finally hid the knife back in his pocket, but grabbed a newspaper off the stand next to him to fan himself, as if he needed something in his hand to swat Mike if push came to shove.
Mike was straight, so he shouldn’t care some gay boy wasn’t interested in him, but it stung his pride, and the fact that Kane and Shay were not far away, sniggering to each other didn’t make the situation any better. And then there was the way Arden watched him with widened pupils and fluttering lashes. There was interest there, dammit!
“And you want me to believe that a boy like you wouldn’t want a piece of this?” Mike asked and pulled up his shirt, revealing his abs and pecs. He did make sure they were hard and tense once the curtain of fabric went up.
The flush blooming on Arden’s face was a satisfactory answer, but Mike wouldn’t let it go until he heard the correct words from the pretty lips.
“Nope,” Arden said sternly, but still tickled Mike’s chest with his gaze. “You can put that away.”
Mike blinked. “This isn’t a department store. Nobody would fire you for sleeping with the boss,” he said, even though Mom was the de facto owner of the business.
Arden’s lips parted, and the pink hue reached his ears. “You’re gay?”
“No, but you look my type. Cute and compact. With a nice ass,” Mike teased, taking a step closer while his eyes pinned Arden in place as if he were a butterfly. So he was straight, but nothing about this feminine boy threatened his identity.
Arden squinted and stepped back, hitting the shelves with car lubricants close to the entrance. “And you look like the kind of guy who always gets what he wants. Must be a tough thing to hear, so I’ll repeat. You’re not. My. Type.”
Mike laughed, and the way Arden’s eyes were instantly drawn to his lips told him everything. “You’re lying. We both know I’m everyone’s type.”
Arden shook his head and the flowery smell he carried about him only got more intense, pulling Mike in. It was as if his mind didn’t fully register Arden’s sex. The petite form ticked all of Mike’s boxes, and the rejection made the predator inside him all the more eager for a chase.