Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Just the weirdest flirting ever.
But since it was flirting that I didn’t have to do, it was working out fairly well.
Downstairs Guy wasn’t disappointed in me or asking if I was really into him. He just smiled and touched and winked and said the craziest things like it was normal.
“Do you think I should help Cashel?” His idea of helping seemed to be analyzing Cash’s ass as he leaned over to throw the small, hard ball. “He looks like his form might be off.”
Was he serious or just looking for a reason to grope Cash?
Did it matter?
“He needs help.” Yep, it didn’t matter because Cash lost his grip on the ball and it went flying completely off target. “Lots of help.”
Downstairs Guy’s wicked smile was back and I got another wink. “You’re a very good friend.”
Since that seemed like something I should be proud of, I didn’t apologize or say anything stupid as he stepped closer to Cash and pressed his front against Cash’s back…and the jeans he’d picked out to wear for our weird neighbor.
Not that I minded that he was a bit odd.
Nope.
Not a problem anymore.
Cash nearly moaned.
He even shivered which had him pressing harder against Downstairs Guy and that made him let out a low, sexy sound.
Best first date ever.
“You can’t…” Cash would’ve sounded more believable if he’d stopped moaning or if he’d used the safeword.
But he didn’t.
Downstairs Guy leaned closer so his lips were next to Cash’s ear, but his gaze never left mine. “No one is watching but Gareth, and he likes watching us together.”
It would be rude to lie.
So I just didn’t say anything as Cash’s gaze darted over to me, watching me curiously as he made another needy sound.
Out of all of us, though, Downstairs Guy was the one with the most workable brain. “He likes seeing you get excited, and he likes knowing you’re having fun, don’t you?”
The sentence was a weird mix of talking to both of us, but I knew the last part was for me, so I nodded. I was glad to have gotten an easy question. I liked knowing Cash was enjoying himself. Our first date with Downstairs Guy needed to be something he had good memories about.
Just in case it was our only date with him.
Downstairs Guy stroked his hand down Cash’s arm until he was holding Cash’s hand in his. “Let me help. Let’s show him what we can do together.”
They were still talking about Skee-Ball, right?
It probably should’ve been easy to tell, but Cash moaned again and Downstairs Guy looked really pleased with himself as he swung Cash’s arm back. “We’ll show him how good we are.”
Maybe he wasn’t talking about the game?
Oh.
They got the ball in the highest point circle.
Maybe he had been talking about the game?
As the ticket counter on the tiny screen kept going higher and higher and the game made slot machine sounds, I wasn’t sure anymore.
It definitely proved my point that dating was not as easy as everyone said it was. But as I watched them move together and Cash blushed, I decided I didn’t care. Watching them play Skee-Ball was one of the most erotic things ever, even if he hadn’t meant it that way.
Damn it.
I was never going to hear slot machine sounds the same way again.
I must’ve missed something because they were both looking at me and Cash finally found words. “No, I think it’s Gareth’s turn.”
To get cuddled or to play?
“He likes games.”
Both?
Cash wasn’t being helpful and Downstairs Guy’s heated stare was distracting but not informative. “Um, I like games.”
I was back to wondering if we were still talking about Skee-Ball when Downstairs Guy smiled even wider. “I love hearing that.”
As Downstairs Guy stepped away from Cash, his hand trailed over Cash’s back making him shiver. They were perfect together and that was all my brain could focus on. “What if I’m not as good?”
I was pretty sure I was talking about the game.
Hopefully, I was talking about the game.
Downstairs Guy didn’t seem to think it was stupid, no matter what I meant. He just kept walking over to me slowly, a subtle rhythm in his stride that made me think of the music that was playing loudly through the speakers. “It’s not a competition. We’re just here to have fun and to get to know one another. Everyone is different and that’s not a bad thing. It adds spice and fun to whatever we’re doing.”
I gave up wondering what we were talking about when he reached out and took my hand in his. “Come play with me. We’ll just have fun.”
I really hoped playing with him would be as fun as it would be memorable because as his fingers caressed mine and the warmth of his body sent a shiver through me, I knew I’d never forget it.