Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
He drove the length of his driveway, his headlights lighting his way, as lightning streaked across the sky to illuminate the surrounding area. A hard clap of thunder followed, its intensity shaking his sports car. That was one thing Texas did better than anywhere else he’d ever lived—they had violent, brilliant thunderstorms down to a science. He needed one of those tonight, as a symbol of his tortured soul. Nineteen days had passed since he’d had the best sex of his life. Nineteen days of longing, suffering, and wanting more.
As he rolled forward toward the garage, another streak of lightning zapped across the sky, illuminating the motorcycle sitting to the edge of his driveway. His heart stuttered as he pressed the brakes, staring at the shiny black bike as every possible emotion shot through him simultaneously. For maybe as long as thirty seconds, Alec stared disbelievingly at the bike, sitting alone, devoid of a driver. It was the same bike Key had been on the night they’d met. Alec scanned his surroundings, searching for Key, when he caught the silhouette of the man sitting at a small patio table just off his kitchen.
His thoughts came together with a crash to rival the thunder ricocheting through the air. The single-minded focus he’d had for the last two and a half weeks narrowed in on exactly what he wanted, even as he warned himself to calm down and proceed with extreme caution.
A large droplet of rain hit the windshield, drawing Alec’s attention back to the car. He pulled forward into the garage and parked. Alec continued to sit there, staring out the window even as the lights switched off. Excitement and apprehension ran through him, setting the butterflies to flight in his stomach. He wanted Key there so badly that his hands were actually shaking. He clenched his fists to stop the trembling. Yes, his desire couldn’t be denied, but he also couldn’t go through another few weeks like the last few weeks.
Should he try to pin Key down? Alec’s head hit the steering wheel. He desperately wanted to take whatever Key offered and be happy with that. What the hell was wrong with him wanting all this commitment ironed out? Sex anytime was good. Except, for some unknown reason, his brain kept short-circuiting when it came to the biker. He wasn’t sure how to process all the feelings coursing through him.
Alec shoved open his door, stepped out of the garage, toward the covered back porch, dodging the rainfall as best he could. Key didn’t move as Alec approached. Another flash lit the stormy sky, revealing the handsome figure watching him. Key shifted uncomfortably. Alec stopped maybe as much as four feet in front of him.
God, the guy was intimidating but extraordinary in every way. Alec knew firsthand how well those muscles worked together. The way Key moved like a fluid, predatory animal excited Alec in all the best ways. And God, his scent…like leather and a sudden summer storm. Temptation mixed with dark spices in the cologne he wore.
Not the point, Pierce.
Totally the point, dumbass.
No. Alec forced himself to head toward the kitchen door. He unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door before turning back. Alec didn’t say a word. He didn’t trust himself to stay on task with how badly he desired Key. He absolutely wanted Key tonight—no question there. He’d want Key any night, but his feelings were hurt and that had to be resolved or he’d find himself continuing to pine for a man who didn’t really want him.
Alec stepped inside, tossed his keys on the kitchen island, and kept the lights off. The small lamp on the counter was enough to guide his way. He went for a glass in the cupboard, something to occupy him. Another minute passed before Key found his way inside. Alec grabbed a second glass, but left it sitting on the counter for Key. Kind of a dick move. He should offer Key a drink, but he didn’t. Instead, he walked to the bar and poured himself a hearty glass of Grey Goose.
The liquor burned as it slid down his throat. He appreciated the small distraction as he turned back toward the doorway. Key stood about two feet from the back door, watching him. So different from the first time they’d entered this house. By now, Alec had already been pushed against the wall, Key’s fingers and mouth preparing him for the best fuck of his life.
His dick grew hard.
Correction…harder.
Alec held his ground, and for the first time in his life, all his communication training failed him. Key wouldn’t speak first, but something silenced Alec’s words too. After a while of staring at one another, Alec finally found his voice.
“Why are you here?” he asked.
Key just stared at him. Of course, he would. Alec already knew so much about this man’s mannerisms. He let out a pent-up breath and turned back to the bar, pouring another double.