Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 43759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
right decision.
He brushed past Mac as he went but didn’t catch his ey e.
He didn’t realise Mac had followed him until the door to the toilets
slam m ed shut behind them . Mac had Jez pinned up against the wall
before Jez knew what was happening. Mac’s face was set, a m uscle
ticking in his j aw as he glared down at him .
“What the fuck, Mac?” Jez didn’t m ake any m ove to push him away.
His heart was going like a trip ham m er, and the scent of Mac’s sweat was
m aking him harder in thirty seconds than Gabi’s kisses had in an hour.
The crash of Mac’s lips against his was the last thing Jez expected.
Frozen with shock, his m outh went slack as Mac forced his tongue into
Jez’s m outh, greedy and dem anding. But after a few seconds, Jez’s brain
caught up with what was happening, and his body followed with a hot
surge of arousal. He grabbed Mac’s face in both hands and held him there
—not that Mac was try ing to pull away. It felt like Mac was try ing to take
up residence in Jez’s m outh, and Jez was okay with that. He gave as good
as he got, kissing Mac back fiercely, eliciting a groan that went right to
Jez’s cock.
The sound of the outer door m ade them spring apart. They gazed at
each other for a split second, ey es wide, breath panting, and then Jez
ducked around Mac and went to the sink. Having a piss would be a
phy sical im possibility right now, even if raging erections at the urinal
were socially acceptable.
Mac headed for a cubicle, and the door clanged shut, followed by
the scrape of a bolt.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The other bloke who’d com e in headed to the urinal. Jez’s hands
shook as he ran cold water on them and splashed it onto his burning
cheeks. He stared at him self in the m irror, taking in his hectic flush and
dark pupils that nearly eclipsed the blue of his irises. His cock ached.
Jez waited. The newcom er seem ed to take forever to piss while Jez
washed his hands slowly.
Finally the other guy left.
“He’s gone.” Jez’s raised voice echoed off the tiles.
No answer.
He tried again. “Are we going to talk about what j ust happened?”
Mac opened the door, his cheeks as flushed as Jez’s, but he m et Jez’s
gaze and held it. “Not here,” he said. “Back at hom e?”
“Now?”
Mac nodded.
Chapter Eight
The walk hom e was tense. Thankfully they didn’t have far to go
because it was near to freezing now. They walked quickly. Their breath
m ade clouds of vapour, and the chill stung Jez’s cheeks. Dressed for
clubbing, they only had thin j ackets with no hats, gloves, or scarves.
Silence stretched awkwardly between them . Jez had no idea what to say.
His stom ach was full of ram paging butterflies as he wondered what was
going to happen when they got back to the house.
Mac finally asked, “Was Gabi pissed off at y ou for ditching her?”
“No,” Jez said. “But I told her I was feeling sick, so she couldn’t
argue with that. She gave m e her num ber.”
“You gonna use it?”
“I dunno.” Jez doubted it. It wouldn’t be fair to string her along when
he wasn’t feeling it. Mac’s rough kisses had obliterated all m em ory of her
lips. “What about y ou and Gem m a?”
“Nothing happened between us. She was dancing with Mike when
we left, so I didn’t bother to say any thing.”
Back at the house, Jez let them in. He went straight upstairs, and Mac
followed him in silence. Jez pushed open the door of his room , and the
creak of a floorboard told him that Mac was still behind him . His heart
thum ped against his ribs, and he felt dizzy with nerves. Jez switched on
the bedside lam p and turned. Mac looked huge in the dim light, and the
y ellow glow softened his features as he m et Jez’s gaze. He swallowed, the
click of his throat audible in the silence.
“What are we doing?” Jez’s voice was hoarse.
Mac shrugged, a sm all m ovem ent of his shoulders. “Can I kiss y ou
again?”
Jez huffed a nervous laugh. “You didn’t ask the first tim e.”
Mac’s lips twitched. “I didn’t know I was going to do it till it
happened.”
“Get over here, then.”
This tim e the kiss was cautious, m ore like a first kiss than the crazy
im pulsivity of before. As their lips parted and tongues touched, Jez closed
his ey es and let the slow wave of sensation engulf him . Mac’s hands
cupped his face at first, still chilled from the winter air outside but
warm ing fast. Jez held Mac’s waist, tugging him closer until their hips
bum ped together. God, Mac was hard already, and Jez was getting there
fast. He slid his hands lower and palm ed Mac’s arse, half expecting him