Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Apparently, I also wasn’t waking his lazy ass up and kicking him out, so that didn’t leave me many options.
It wasn’t as if I ever slept well anyway, so I opened the browser on my phone and lay awake searching the internet like I did every night.
*
“Riv, wake up.” A gentle hand came down on my shoulder, making me jump into a sitting position. Parrish held his hands up, standing beside the couch, still naked, but looking like he’d at least cleaned up some. How had I slept through that? “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Why the hell did you let me fall asleep?”
“Let you? I didn’t let you. You did that on your own.” I stood, trying not to pay attention to his soft cock hanging between his legs.
“You let me stay asleep, though.” He had me there, and I didn’t have an excuse for that. “I think you might like me more than you’re willing to let on,” Parrish teased. He was so different from his family that I had trouble connecting it sometimes. Sure, I’d thought that before, but his naked playfulness was another reminder, a part of Parrish I hadn’t known or seen when we were younger.
“No. I don’t.” I walked over to the table and sat down.
Parrish sighed as if he didn’t know what to do with me, and walked over. “You could have at least slept in your own bed. You fucked me, and you can’t sleep with me?”
“I don’t sleep well,” I grumbled without looking at him. I couldn’t believe I’d actually passed out. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”
Well, shit. That was part of it, wasn’t it? Maybe not as big a part as not knowing how to do what he’d said, but I hadn’t wanted to disturb him.
When nothing but silence met me, making me feel like I was the one naked and Parrish had me under a microscope, I looked up at him. “What?”
“Nothing. It’s just interesting getting to know you now.”
Red flags popped up in my head. “Why? We’re not shit to each other.” My gaze snagged on his cock, which was suddenly at half-mast. “Jesus, can you put that thing away? You’re getting hard.”
“You’re hot and shirtless. I can’t help it.” But Parrish did walk over to where his underwear was, and my annoying ass watched his butt while he did. This was…not how things were supposed to go. I needed to put an end to this, and I needed to do it now.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Fuck my life,” I mumbled at the sound of the door.
Parrish’s eyes went wide, which would have been comical if I wasn’t hating the fact that I hadn’t thought about living on my grandma’s property and her seeing his truck this morning. “Put your pants on.” I’d never told her I was bisexual before getting locked up because I hadn’t told anyone other than the guys I’d slept with. It wasn’t something I was ashamed of telling her or anyone else now either; it was just that I didn’t like to talk about myself at all. I didn’t want people all up in my business, but it was a little too late to stop it all now. Her thoughts might not go there, but she was pretty perceptive, so I had a feeling they would.
This was what I got for getting laid and being a nice guy afterward.
“Is Parrish here?” Grandma asked when I opened the door.
“You know he is. His truck is right there. Playing innocent doesn’t work with you.”
Grandma gave me a mischievous grin. “I just didn’t know you boys were having a sleepover.”
“A sleepover? We’re not ten.”
“Well, what would you call it?”
I wasn’t going to say in front of her what I would call it. “He was just leaving.”
“Parrish!” Grandma looked around me. “Don’t go yet. I made breakfast. You boys should head over and eat with a lonely old lady.”
“Lonely old lady? Laying it on a little thick, aren’t you?” But damn it, I was smiling in a way only she could make me do. “I need to go to the hardware store today. I want to pick up some cameras for the property.”
Grandma frowned. “Why would we need those?”
I hoped we didn’t, but I would rather be safe than sorry. I also wasn’t telling her that we might. “It’s just something I need after being locked up.”
I hoped that made sense, and the way she cocked her head, gaze softening, told me she was feeling sorry for me. That wasn’t much better.
Parrish broke the silence. “We can have a quick breakfast, and then I’ll go shopping with you and help you put them up. It’ll be a lot faster that way.”
“I don’t need—”
“That’s so nice of you!” Grandma cut me off. “I don’t think we need them, but once Riven gets something in his head, there’s no getting it out. Come on. Let’s go eat before it gets cold.”