Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
“Did you know I was coming here?”
“He didn’t,” Olsen says casually. Like he’s got no opinion about the fact that I’ve been jerking his friend off all week. “But I knew you’d like him, and three is a good number for a dinner, don’t you think?”
I just blink, then catch my breath and say, “What is going on?”
“He didn’t tell you about me? While you two were having your little trysts?”
“Tell me?” I scoff. “He hasn’t said a word to me. I didn’t even know his name until you said it.”
“Damn, Nova.” Olsen guffaws. “You’re… kinda fun.”
“Fun?”
Locke is grinning at me, his eyes dancing now. “He means you’re kinda slutty, Ryan. That’s what he means.”
I squint my eyes, ready to insult him back.
But he puts up a hand. “Come on. Don’t be like that.”
“Don’t be like what?”
“Don’t get mad. It’s just a word. And you know what we’ve been doing is slutty.” He shrugs. “Just own it.”
“I’m sorry.” I look over at Olsen. “Why is he even here? I thought this was my check-in meeting.”
“It’s the Fourth of July, Ryan.” Olsen slips a tray of steaks into the fridge, then turns back to us. “He always comes over on the Fourth. I told you, right?”
“No. You didn’t.”
“Well, it’s fine though, isn’t it? I don’t care if you guys have a thing. He and I have a thing too.” Then he pushes past us. “I’m gonna start the grill. You two catch up.”
And even though Olsen is only like ten feet away and the patio door isn’t even closed, when I look up at Locke, I feel like we are the only two people in the entire world.
“I didn’t set you up, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“That is what I’m thinking. And I don’t believe you.”
“I actually didn’t know you were coming. He didn’t tell me either. But that’s just how he is.”
“Why are you here then?”
“He just told you why I’m here. We have been spending the Fourth of July together for…” Locke blows out a breath. “Fuck. Seven years? I dunno. Long time. But other than that, we do stuff too.”
Stuff. What the hell could that mean?
Locke smiles. And wow. I mean, he’s fucking handsome. I would not jerk off just any stranger. I went along with his little game because he’s hot. And now that he’s smiling at me… yeah. I’m throbbing. And when I begin playing back our trysts in my head, the throbbing goes next-level.
All week he’s denied me this release. And I didn’t care.
But right now, I care.
He takes a step towards me. Then another. One more and he’s reaching for me. His hands slide down to my hips. My eyes find his, but then they wander down his body until I find his dick under his pants. His hard, long shaft—
He puts a finger under my chin and lifts it up, asking me to look at him. “Do you want me to leave?”
I blow out a breath. “No. It’s just—”
But that’s as far as I get. Because he’s kissing me. That same kiss. The long-lost lovers. His mouth covering mine, his breath already quick, his tongue probing and sweeping. I fall into him and kiss him back. And we do this for an eternity, I think.
“Good,” he whispers into my mouth. “Because tonight is gonna be fun and I wouldn’t want you to miss it.”
When we pull apart Olsen is just a few feet away, watching us. I blush. I know it. The heat rises in my cheeks so fast, I break out into a sweat.
“Do you want me to leave?” Olsen doesn’t say this jokingly. He’s serious. And he’s not looking at me. He’s not asking me. He’s asking Locke.
Locke’s hand is still on my cheek, his face just inches from mine. He turns his head towards Olsen. “That’s almost funny.”
Then he reaches for Olsen and the next thing I know, Locke is kissing him the same way he kisses me.
CHAPTER EIGHT - LOCKE
FIVE YEARS AGO
When I pull out of the kiss I find Nova’s face. She is shocked.
But Olsen isn’t. He knew. Maybe not before I enlightened him about what Nova and I were doing all week, but as soon as I told him, he knew what was going on here.
That’s why he went outside.
I needed to kiss her.
And then he came back. Because I needed to kiss him.
This is the easiest way to get a dirty threesome going. He and I both know this. I go for the girl first. Then he catches us. Then I go for him. Then we gauge her reaction and take it from there. We’ve done it dozens of times. Not with anyone on the island, of course. Nova is new in that regard.
There is a line here, though. We’re crossing it, and we know it.
But will it stop us?