Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
He looks at me like he’s studying me, and I’m just wondering what he thinks he’s looking for…and why the hell he’s still wanting to talk to me. “You intrigue me,” I tell him. “I like it.”
“You intrigue me too.”
“Well, then we can just take this right back to my place.”
“No.”
“Okay, yours…if you insist.”
“Not happening.”
“You playing hard to get?”
He doesn’t reply at first, then says, “Oh, sorry. I assumed you were just setting up a joke about playing hard.”
“I would never joke about that.”
He beams and shakes his head before checking his watch. “Shit. Well, I’d better get out of here to get ready for work.”
“Let’s sneak into the bathroom,” I say as my thoughts return to my hot fantasy.
I know it’s not really something he’ll do, but I like that it’ll get under his skin. But the way he looks me over, I can tell he’s giving it more than a little thought.
“So when am I going to see you next?” he asks.
See me? Why would he want to see me if we’re not going to fuck? Not that I don’t want to see him, but I’m still having a hard time understanding what he’s getting out of this. Does he want to be my friend?
I don’t know how I feel about that. But there’s something about him I can’t put my finger on, and I feel like I’d rather have him in my life like that than not at all. I know even from just the short time I’ve known him, from what he did for me and how he talks to me, that he has a good heart. I don’t let those kinds of guys—like Gary or Hayden—get away.
“I don’t know,” I say. “What do you want to do? Play bingo? Golf maybe? Isn’t that what old guys do?”
Thirty-seven is far from old, but I can tell by the way he smiles that he appreciates the joke.
He’s clearly starting to appreciate my sense of humor a little more.
“You rock climb?” he asks.
“I love climbing onto hard things. But rock climbing, no, I’ve never done it before.”
“I’ll teach you.”
“Oh…really? Teach me, Daddy. Teach me whatever you want. All I can promise is that I know how to put on a harness.”
He shakes his head.
“What?” I ask.
“It’s a little strange…hearing you call me Daddy.”
“But you like it,” I tell him. It’s obvious he does.
Jackson gets up, and I follow suit. We head out to the parking lot.
“I’ll walk you to your car,” he says as he holds the door open for me.
“Oh, such a gentleman. Been a long time since I’ve had any gentlemen callers, Mr. Jackson. But you’re gonna have to settle for taking me to my wheels, not my car.”
He narrows his eyes as we walk across the parking lot, to the rack I chained my bike to.
He laughs at my neon pink ride.
“Laugh it up. Ain’t nobody missing this thing at night.”
“You ride that at night?”
“I ride a lot of things at night.”
He shakes his head as I pull my fuchsia helmet off the handle and strap it on.
“Wow. And here I thought you couldn’t be any more adorable.”
I try to fight my grin, but I can’t. “See. You already think I’m adorable. Just a matter of time before I break you, Jackson.”
“I thought you were the one who wanted to be broken.”
“True. I’m just a text away if you’re looking to apply for the job.”
“I’ll remember that,” he says before coming at me. He wraps an arm around me and tugs me close to him for a hug.
His body firmly against me like this has my mind racing back through those images of him taking me. A jolt of adrenaline courses through me, and I find I just want to entwine myself with him, but I restrain myself. He pulls back and turns away.
“I’ll let you know about climbing,” he says.
My gaze fixes on his tight ass as he walks across the lot.
I’m not sure what to think about what just happened. Coffee. My stupid mouth. The hug.
All I know is that I really want to see him again.
7
Jackson
My head is all fucked up.
It’s not easy for me to admit, but it’s true. I figured I’d get a few answers from Derek over coffee and that would be the end of it. What happened is I ended up even more intrigued by him and found myself…asking him to go rock climbing with me?
It’s something I typically do alone—something I haven’t had much time for but one of the things I promised myself I would do more of when Steph and I divorced. I blame asking him to go on the fact that he questioned what I do for myself.
I haven’t been rock climbing in close to a year.
And I invited him. Someone eleven years younger than me who I’m not sure wants more from me than my dick—and as much as I’d love to give it to him, I won’t allow myself to. Not the way things stand right now.