Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
I tapped the screen as I tossed his cell on the desk. If naked guys getting it on popped up, I could claim it was an accident. Genius, right? Except the password alert lit up instead. I shrugged nonchalantly and started to turn to the computer just as Sky typed in a code, hit Enter and…boom! I couldn’t not look.
Not that there was much to see. Two guys lying on a bed and kissing. Implied nudity, but nothing graphic. There were maybe five photos on the screen and like Sky said, they were tame. But I couldn’t fucking breathe.
I felt hot all over and kind of icy on the inside. I wanted to see so much more and yeah…I wanted to do these things. I wanted to touch a guy. Not just any guy, though. I wanted Sky. Not in a rush with my eye on the clock, hoping not to get caught. I wanted time and a chance to know what he felt like without worrying that I’d kill my reputation if anyone knew. Because no one could know. My mom and Harry wouldn’t care, but my team…fuck, I’d never play hockey again.
My dick deflated slightly when that last thought surfaced. Not worth it, I mused, sliding Sky’s cell toward him.
“Cool. You ready to get to work?” I asked in a raspy tone.
He studied me carefully, then nodded and slipped his phone into his pocket. “Yeah.”
I splayed my fingers over the keys and held my breath when he scooted his chair close. Sweat beaded on my forehead. I couldn’t remember what I was doing. McGregor. Family-owned company with ten facilities. I knew the spiel. Show him the spreadsheets, explain the system. But I couldn’t talk. Sky shot me a puzzled sideways glance. Before he could ask what the hell was wrong, I cupped his face and fused my mouth over his.
Fuck, he felt better than I remembered. Soft and hard at the same time. After a small grunt of surprise, Sky wrapped his fingers around the back of my neck, angled his chin, and licked my lips. I pushed my tongue between his and groaned into the connection. There was nothing pensive or uncertain here, and Sky didn’t give me room to doubt myself anyway.
He nipped at my bottom lip and sucked my tongue feverishly. Our make-out session quickly escalated. I kept up and then took over, pulling him into an awkward embrace. It was the best I could do without wrestling him to the floor or on Bailey’s desk before climbing over him and grinding my dick against his. I wasn’t brave enough to touch him, but he had to be in the same state as me. Rock hard and slightly dizzy from it. Of course, the second I thought about it, I knew I couldn’t walk away without trying.
I tugged at the front of Sky’s shirt and traced the row of buttons south, pausing at his belt buckle. He hummed my name and dragged my lower lip between his teeth. I held my breath as I let my hand drift to his crotch, curling my fingers around his shaft through the khaki barrier.
“Stop.”
I let go immediately and swallowed hard. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I—”
“Don’t be sorry.” Sky shook his head as he inched back. “This just isn’t a good place. You don’t want to have a coming-out moment in an office.”
“I’m not coming out. I’m…” I let out a stream of air and pushed my chair away from his, swiping my hand over my jaw in frustration. “I don’t know what I’m doing. But you’re right. This is work and numbers and stuff and I-I’m sorry.”
“Quit apologizing.”
“What am I supposed to do? That’s the second time I’ve kissed you in less than a week and the hundredth time I’ve wanted to do it all fucking summer. And I don’t even like you. I don’t know what’s going on with me.”
“Colby, it’s pretty simple. If you want to kiss a guy and you are a guy, you’re gay or bi or maybe you’re curious. And if that’s how you do curious, I’m cool with it. In fact, I want to do it again,” Sky said with a lopsided grin.
I turned to stare at the computer, so I didn’t do anything rash like grab his shirt and stick my tongue down his throat again. “Me too.”
“Must mean you like me a little,” he teased.
I gave him a weak smile. “Not necessarily. It’s a physical thing. It’s hard to sit next to you. Maybe it’s gay or bi…all I know is, I’ve never had this reaction to a person before. It’s like an allergy. Instead of breaking into hives, I want…”
“What do you want?” Sky prodded gently.
“You,” I whispered.
“I want you too.”
He set his hand on my thigh. The gesture didn’t feel like a sexual overture. It was comforting and unexpectedly sweet. I hesitated for a moment; then I covered his hand.