Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Just be gentle with me.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t.” I grabbed his hand and walked toward the stairs near the bathrooms. We were about half an hour away from campus, so I didn’t really care too much about being spotted holding hands with the Ryan Redpine himself. And frankly, as the alcohol started to work, I found myself not caring even if we were spotted together.
Fuck it.
Ryan wasn’t out there himself signing off on his dad’s projects. Sure, he didn’t drive electric and rarely recycled, from what I could tell, but those were all things that could be fixed. He clearly wanted to be the author of his own story, and that’s all I would ever ask of him. Let people think whatever they wanted.
We reached the second floor, crossing a packed dance floor lit by a pair of disco balls—the left hanging slightly lower than the right—that looked a whole lot like actual balls. The next flight of stairs was cramped, the dark black brick walls coming in closer as the stairs narrowed the further you climbed. Each step lit up by a dark blue light. A wall of beads shimmered ahead of us.
I stopped at the topmost stair and turned around. “You ready for this?”
“I think so?”
“Good,” I said, tugging him through the curtain of beads. It felt like stepping through a portal to another world.
It was Ryan’s turn to gay gasp now.
Chapter Twenty
Ryan
My jaw dropped.
The third floor at Passions was like the United Nations of Gay.
It was a huge open room with a domed ceiling and two bars on either side of the room. The walls were a graffiti blast of rainbows and gay iconography. A mural of famous divas (Dolly Parton, Beyoncé, Whitney Houston, Miley Cyrus) winked and smiled at us behind a large stage that was lit by two bright spotlights. There was a dance floor where people ground up on each other. Three bouncing beach balls were being tossed around.
“Damn,” I said, my wide eyes roaming across the room.
A few fake palm trees stood throughout the room, strung through with fairy lights. A trio of handsome guys made out under one of them. Their hands disappeared into each other’s shorts. As if they were trying to play that game where you lock hands, twist together, and untangle without breaking touch.
Except this was being played with hard dicks.
“Like it?” Jay asked. “I’d come here a few times when I visited my mom. They used to have eighteen-and-up nights. I basically found myself here.”
“I’m sure you did,” I said, shaking my hips to the catchy song that blared through the speakers. Just as I was about to ask Jay to dance with me, the song cut out, and someone over a mic announced the show was about to begin.
“Show?” I asked Jay.
“The drag show,” he said, looking like a kid waking up on Christmas morning. He squeezed my hand and tugged me into the throng of people that gathered around the front of the stage. “You like drag, right?”
I nodded enthusiastically. “I haven’t been to many shows, but the ones I have been to were always a blast.” I spoke loudly so I could be heard over the music that started to play again.
“Here. You’ll need these.” He pulled out a wad of dollar bills from his pocket. “Always tip the queens.”
“You came prepared.”
He winked at me. God, he was so fucking cute. His hazel eyes glowed under the multicolored lights, his lips catching a sheen. He must have just put on ChapStick. “I always come prepared.”
“Maybe you can come prepared on me later?”
Jay laughed at that and playfully slapped my chest. “Your dad jokes are something else.” His eyes still had that glittery glow in them. “And I love them.”
“I think you meant Daddy jokes,” I say with a wink. “And good, because I have loads… so get ready to swallow.”
He rolled his head back and laughed again. “You know I’ll take every last drop. Of your joke, of course.”
“Of course,” I said, smiling as I pushed in to kiss him.
I was right.
His lips tasted like vanilla and strawberry.
Fucking hell, he’s perfect.
The way we could joke around about things so easily. That shit was hard to find. This complete sense of trust I felt for him. Hell, even taking out the ‘Daddy’ card in bed. I’d never done it before, but I had always fantasized about it. I didn’t want to be judged or anything if I ever hooked up with someone, said it, and they became instantly turned off.
But with Jay, I felt so damn comfortable with him that I wouldn’t have even cared if he was turned off. I knew we would have both laughed it off and continued on with our business of sucking each other’s dicks.
He didn’t get turned off though.
And that turned me on even more.