Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
James smiled wryly. “I get it, but that’s taking it a bit too far.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, I just wanted to teach you a lesson and got a bit carried away.” That was probably the understatement of the century. “It’s never going to happen again, so I guess it doesn’t matter. Let’s just pretend it never happened. Let’s forget about it.”
An expression he couldn’t quite read flashed through Ryan’s eyes. Ryan studied him for a moment before nodding and steering him out of the bathroom. “Let’s.”
When James looked sideways at Ryan, he saw nothing but firm determination and resolve in the set of his chiseled jaw.
Chapter 10
Hannah’s face looked even lovelier when she slept, her long pale hair all over the pillow and her back.
Ryan’s gaze traveled down her naked back to her flawless pale buttocks and long legs.
She looked peaceful, an air of contentment about her after the sex.
He should be equally content. But he wasn’t.
“Let’s just pretend it never happened,” Jamie’s words echoed in his mind. “Let’s forget about it.”
Ryan’s lips twisted. As if he was likely to forget about Jamie’s turning into a shaking mess of desire in his lap. The sheer force of that desire, that need, had been staggering. It had looked downright painful. Despite knowing for weeks that Jamie wanted him that way, there was knowing, and then there was knowing. Knowing rationally that Jamie wanted him was one thing; having seen Jamie’s flushed, euphoric face after he came—after he had made him come—was completely another.
He didn’t know why he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He didn’t know why he was downright obsessing over it. He’d made countless women come. But Jamie…Seeing that look on Jamie’s face twisted him in unexpected ways. It made him uncomfortable, because it was something insanely private, something only lovers were supposed to see, but at the same time…he liked it. He fucking liked it. That blissed out look on Jamie’s face pushed some weird, twisted buttons deep inside him he hadn’t even known he had. Maybe he liked it because it was so insanely private. Ryan knew he was one greedy bastard when it came to Jamie: he always wanted to know everything about him, his every thought and every emotion.
It still didn’t explain why he was still thinking about it while he was in bed with the woman he was in love with.
Sighing, Ryan stretched out on his back and closed his eyes.
It wasn’t as though he suddenly saw Jamie that way. He didn’t. Although he would never admit it to Jamie, Ryan had felt a bit like a pervert when he jerked Jamie off. He felt like he was touching his twin’s dick. But the look of pure bliss and pleasure on Jamie’s face…Ryan couldn’t erase it from his mind no matter how hard he tried.
Bloody hell.
Ryan rubbed his face. He could only hope that what happened yesterday wouldn’t make things strained between them—more strained than they already were. Because at the end of the day, he still had no solution for Jamie’s situation. If anything, the incident had made it obvious how hopeless it was.
He sighed.
Beside him, Hannah stirred a little. “Why aren’t you asleep?” she murmured, putting her hand on his chest.
“Can’t sleep,” he said, without opening his eyes. “You know how when you’re worried about something, it’s impossible to shut your brain off?”
“Is it about James?”
Ryan opened his eyes.
He found her watching him, idly curling a lock of her blond hair around his finger. It was a shade darker than Jamie’s.
“How did you know?”
“I know you don’t have any problems at work and we’re fine, so that leaves only James.” Hannah looked at him curiously. “I haven’t seen him in a while, actually. Lately you don’t take me with you when you hang out.”
Ryan closed his eyes again.
“It’s not my secret to tell,” he said. He didn’t mind telling Hannah and getting her opinion, but it really wasn’t his place to tell. Jamie wouldn’t want Hannah to know; he was too proud for that. He would be humiliated if Hannah found out.
For the first time, he wondered whether Hannah would consider yesterday’s incident cheating if he told her about it. He dismissed the thought as unlikely. Hannah was very sensible and understanding. She would understand, probably even feel sorry for Jamie. The thought made him cringe. No, he didn’t want her to know. Hannah’s pity would crush Jamie.
“Can I ask you something?” she said suddenly, curiosity plain in her voice.
“Sure.” He wondered what Jamie was doing right now.
“Promise not to take it the wrong way. It’s a completely hypothetical question.”
He hoped the little idiot wasn’t blaming himself for what had happened yesterday. But knowing Jamie, that was exactly what he was doing.
“Ryan?”
“Sure, love,” he said belatedly. “I promise.”
“If James were a girl, would he be your girlfriend?”