Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“You came in to watch the guy work? What for? Afraid he’s going to steal the silverware?”
Will felt himself flush and he jerked his head in dissent. “No, nothing like that. I’m just kind of…interested. In the process, I mean. I never owned a house before. It’s exciting to be in at the beginning of the renovations. Jack and I are going to create the perfect kitchen, designed especially for me. He has so many good ideas. He drew up blueprints and everything.”
Paul tilted his head inquiringly at Will. “Do I have something to be jealous about here? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
“What?” Will burst out laughing, aware he was nearly guffawing, which made him even more self-conscious. “No. No, no, no.” He shook his head for emphasis. “The guy is some old married dude. Jesus, Paul. You think everyone is up for grabs, as long as they have a dick.”
“And your point is…?” Paul raised his eyebrows in mock question.
“God, shut up.” Will headed toward his study. “I just need to check something on my computer and I’ll be ready to go.”
Later that night Will knelt behind Paul, his cock poised to enter his lover’s tight ass. He stroked himself in preparation as Paul wiggled provocatively toward him. He closed his eyes and pressed against the entrance, drawing a moan from Paul. The hot grip of muscle felt so good as he slid himself deep inside.
What would it be like to fuck Jack or to be fucked by him? He’d played down his interest to Paul, but in fact his fantasies skated along a hot, dangerous path he knew would only lead to frustration. He could pretend to Paul and to himself he wasn’t interested, but he was—he definitely was.
All thought flew from his head as he began to rock and thrust. Paul held himself up with one hand, using the other to massage his own shaft in time to Will’s motion.
“Yeah, baby. Yeah.” Paul arched back to take Will deeper. Will gripped Paul’s hips as his body coiled for release. He grunted his pleasure, thrusting in a series of hard spasms as he ejaculated.
His heart thumping, he sagged against Paul as Paul finished himself off with his hand and fell forward, taking Will with him. They lay together, their ragged breathing slowing in tandem as they recovered.
“Don’t get too comfy,” Paul announced with a grin. “I’m going to do you next, baby.”
Will awoke to the sound of his cell phone ringing and vibrating in his pants pocket. His pants were in a heap on the floor near the bed. Heavy curtains at the windows shut out the light. Will stumbled toward his pants and fumbled for the phone. By the time he got to it, he’d missed the call.
He glanced at the digital clock beside the still-sleeping Paul. Eight-fifteen. Eight-fifteen! He’d told Jack he could come back at eight. Shit. Why had he stayed over at Paul’s place? Usually he liked to hightail it out of there once he’d gotten what he’d come for. And he hadn’t meant to sleep this late, damn it.
After a lengthy session in bed, he’d let Paul convince him to soak in the hot tub he kept on his deck. They’d shared champagne, finishing the bottle between them before returning to the bed for more leisurely fucking until they drifted into an alcohol and sex-induced coma.
Stepping into the bathroom for privacy, he called back the missed number. Jack’s deep, gravelly voice answered. “Affordable Improvements.”
“Jack, it’s Will. Will Spencer. Look, I’m really sorry. You’re probably there waiting and I—”
“What?” There was a pause and then Jack continued, “No. No, I’m not at your place, if that’s what you mean. That’s why I was calling. I’m running late. A neighbor had a little emergency with their plumbing. I just wanted to let you know. I should be there by about nine or nine-thirty. I need to pick up a few things. The dumpster should be delivered late this morning too.”
“Oh. Okay. No problem. I’ll see you when you get there. Uh, here. When you get to my place, that is.”
Feeling like a fool on a number of levels, Will hung up the phone.
“Hey, who’re you talking to?” Paul’s sleepy voice reached him.
“Um, nobody.”
“Good, then get back in here and service me, stud.”
~*~
Will opened the door and again the scent of shampoo and soap wafted from him. His wavy light brown hair was wet, a towel still in his hand. This guy showers a lot, Jack thought with amusement.
“Hi. Sorry about the mix up earlier.” Will stepped back and waved Jack in. “I—I was actually out when you called. I got us some bagels and coffee. I thought we could sit in the living room and go over the catalogues one more time. I’m having some second thoughts about the cabinet styles we talked about.”