Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 99918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
That notion had Tristan faltering at the front door. Had he let Dylan slip through his fingers? No. Right? Not knowing what else to do, he walked out the revolving door and down the front steps to his waiting car. He pivoted on his feet, looking up at the high-rise. He wouldn’t know if he didn’t ask. He went back up the steps and through the turning door, palming his phone to dial Dylan’s cell.
“Hello?” there was a question in that sexy voice.
“Let me come up,” Tristan blurted suddenly into the phone.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Dylan replied. It wasn’t a no, just not a good idea. Okaay.
“Then come home with me. I’ll get you back to your room in time to change before our meeting tomorrow,” Tristan pleaded, and he was met with silence. That had him smiling.
“I won’t push you into anything you don’t want to do. I just want to spend time with you,” Tristan continued.
“Do you have condoms?”
Tristan’s head popped up at that question. Score! And then his smile faded. “Wait, do you?” If Dylan brought condoms, he wasn’t the virgin he claimed to be.
“No, but we can stop. I wanna use them,” Dylan replied. Tristan heard the hotel door shut with a loud thump and started toward the bank of elevators.
“I always do. No problem there,” he assured Dylan.
“I’m on my way down.”
“I’ll be waiting at the elevators.” Hell yeah, he was having hot Dylan Reeves sex tonight. Damn, that man was sexy. He was amazed at how quickly things were going from good to amazing. Who would have known?
The pounding of his heart overrode the crazy panicked thoughts racing through his head. He pressed the down button on the elevator, and he honestly believed he’d have a heart attack right there waiting for the doors to open. The longer the elevator took, the more he started to panic. This night wasn’t in his life plan.
But who would ever know? Thoughts of his very brief make-out session with his college roommate’s brother surfaced—he’d never told a soul about that experience. A stolen moment that never really amounted to much, yet taught him without question that he was absolutely a gay man. If he never said a word and was incredibly careful, no one would know about this either.
Dylan groaned and shook his arms to dispel some of the nervous energy coursing through him. He’d promised himself long ago he’d wait until the children were grown to explore what he felt so deeply in his heart. If he went through with this, was he breaking his vow? He was a man who lived by honor. Rigid to a fault in his convictions… Those were Teri’s words not his. Teri had continually encouraged him to find someone to be with, but he’d always been apprehensive. Yet in just a matter of a few hours, Tristan had him rethinking everything.
The elevator doors opened, and Dylan stood there, frozen in the deserted hallway, not budging until they closed again. His eyes shut and regret filled his heart when he couldn’t step on. He’d had fun tonight. He wouldn’t admit that before now, but he’d had fun. He’d enjoyed the evening so much he hadn’t wanted tonight to end. The single dance they shared had been awkward at first, mainly due to him being so uptight, but he’d tried to relax. Toward the end of the dance, he’d managed to loosen up a little. Not completely, but his anxiety had diminished and he’d been pretty proud of that.
Dylan’s hard cock pressed against Tristan while they swayed together on the dance floor. He had no doubt Tristan felt his arousal. And Tristan hadn’t been unaffected; he could tell that too with each brush of their hips. But that didn’t necessarily mean he was the reason for Tristan’s response. There were lots of men there watching the guy closely, but he liked those few grinds he got when they danced.
His phone beeped. “Did you change your mind?” Tristan’s words appeared on his screen.
Had he changed his mind? He forced himself to push the elevator call button again. Going with Tristan tonight did not mean he had to fuck him. He could put that limit on them when he got downstairs. He had enjoyed Tristan’s company, and with all the melancholy he’d been experiencing over the last week, he needed a friend. It was way past time to have companions for himself, just like Teri had suggested.
Decision firmly made, he looked up when the elevator dinged its arrival. Distracted, he took a step forward, unprepared to see Tristan stepping out.
“What do you want, Dylan? What do you feel?” Tristan asked quietly, keeping about a foot of distance between them.
“I’m not sure. What if I’m not ready to take this next step?” Dylan whispered, searching Tristan’s face as the elevator doors closed behind him.
“Then we won’t. It’s as simple as that. You call the shots, but I’d really like to kiss you.” Tristan’s voice lowered and his gaze dropped to Dylan’s lips. “I’ve wanted to taste your lips all night.” Tristan took a single step forward but didn’t touch him. That one simple act endeared the man to Dylan. Tristan had kept his word, letting him make the first move. Something occurred to him in that moment; since WilderNation made the reservations, he had to assume he’d been placed on the same floor with Rob and David. He needed to get out of this hallway before one of them caught him.
“I won’t push you,” Tristian promised.
Dylan nodded and leaned in to press the down arrow again for the third time. The move drew him closer to Tristan who didn’t step away. It could have been his imagination, but he swore Tristan bent over and sniffed him when he reached for the button. The awareness had his heart racing even faster. He wasn’t sure how to react, so he kept his eyes downcast, finding the dark pattern on the highly polished marble very interesting. He couldn’t help the small smile spreading on his lips.