Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Bellamy’s quick grimace told Seamus all he needed to know. Of course he didn’t like kids. He probably didn’t like sunshine, either, the miserable, sexy SOB.
“Have you had a chance to go to one of the nightclubs in town?” Connor asked. “Any restaurants? There’s a sailing tour that most of the tourists love.”
It was clear he agreed with Gill and every member of Seamus’s family about his needing to relax, but Seamus was too distracted to respond. Connor had found the central location where all his stress met, and the feeling as he broke it up was painfully good. “Right there. Oh, God, that’s good, Connor. Gill was right about you. I… Yeah, right there.”
“You asked me about your cousins?” Bellamy’s sharp voice broke through his ecstatic haze. “Do you want me to help you find them or not?”
“Sure.” Seamus opened his eyes again, feeling drugged and lightheaded. Bellamy was too handsome. Not pretty like Rory and Noah, or generally good-looking like Owen, but punch-in-the-gut glorious. Especially his eyes. They looked like contacts. No one’s eyes were really that shade of green.
Seamus focused on the small cut near Bellamy’s temple, where he’d taken that punch during the brawl. “Does it hurt?”
“Not at all.”
“How did you tear a rotator cuff?” He hadn’t noticed him favoring his shoulder during his fight the other night.
Bellamy’s silent glare made his cock twitch. Luckily Connor answered for him. “Mr. Demir already had an injury from last year’s bull run in Spain when he went to Turkey to participate in a large wrestling event a few months ago.”
“Bulls?”
Bellamy was still glaring. “I hadn’t done it before. Now I know why.”
Connor chuckled. “After he told me about the wrestling the other day, I watched some of the videos and saw him in action. He was good, from what I could tell, but I have to say I have never seen people wrestle like that around here.”
Wrestling and running with damn bulls? God, no wonder his body was built like that. “Like what?”
“Connor, I don’t think Seamus needs to see that in the middle of his massage.”
“Don’t go getting modest now.” Seamus glanced up when Connor’s hands left him to slide his phone out of his pocket. “Weren’t you the one telling me all about it? The oldest continuing sport in the world. A true test of endurance.”
He handed Seamus his phone and pressed play. “This is only a minute long, but you’ll get an idea. Watch while I get to work on your back.”
Seamus forgot how to breathe. Slickly oiled muscles. Leather pants. Two bodies locked in a struggle for supremacy that looked more like an erotic embrace. Strained expressions and masculine grunts. Bellamy forcing his hand down the back of his opponent’s pants for a handhold. “Holy shit.”
It looked like fucking porn, and for an instant, Seamus was that guy, locked in that fierce, sweaty embrace with Bellamy’s hard, hot hand gripping his ass. The sensation was shocking, and when the video was over, he set the phone down as if it were made of dynamite, his pulse pounding in his ears, his cheeks blazing. He was not going to search for that video tonight when he was alone in his room.
“Now that show-and-tell is over,” Bellamy said, his face a mask of restraint, “did you want me to help, Seamus? Or am I just keeping you company?”
Imagining what other kinds of “help” Bellamy could be offering, Seamus licked his lips, his now fully erect cock pressing painfully against the table. Connor was rubbing his lower back, close enough to his ass that Seamus was teetering on that brink between hoping they’d go lower and hoping they wouldn’t. Damn that video! Now all he could think about was getting someone’s hard hands on his ass.
He shifted his hips and made a sound of pure pleasure so sexual he had to make an excuse for it. “I had no idea this would feel so good.”
Bellamy stood up abruptly, his chair banging against the wall. He reached into his robe pocket and handed Connor a wad of cash.
Who carried that much cash in a bathrobe?
“Seamus and I need to have a private conversation, Connor. Can we have the room?”
“But his hour’s barely started.”
“I think that should cover it. Go relax before your next appointment.”
Connor gripped the crumpling bills in his hand, hesitating. “You won’t tell Gill, then?”
“Your secret is safe with us. Go now. Please.”
Connor left the room and Seamus pushed up onto his elbows, blinking at Bellamy, suddenly wary. “Why the hell did you do that? That was my first massage and I was enjoying myself.”
“You were enjoying yourself too much.” Bellamy walked around him to stand where Connor had been and tossed his robe onto the chair. “But far be it for me to take a first away from you. I can massage you while we talk.”