Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
His hazel eyes blaze with heat, sending lust curling deep in my gut. “I like it when you call me Mr. Kincaid.”
“It’s a good damn thing since that’s your name and all.”
He laughs, giving me a wink before gesturing for us to go inside. I’m stiff as I walk in behind him. I feel like everyone’s eyes are on me, unpeeling away at me and revealing the truth.
I’m gay.
Is it a blinking neon sign above my head?
A few familiar patrons wave at me and I nod at them, careful to keep my face even.
“Two. I ran into a friend just now,” Dante tells the hostess. “He says the crunchy clams are the best thing I’ll ever put in my mouth.”
The young hostess blushes at his words. I totally get it, too. He’s charming and fucking hot. The poor girl doesn’t know he’s into dicks. My dick at the moment. I can’t help but puff out a bit, a smug grin on my lips as she leads us to a booth in the back. Once we take our seats, she drops a couple of menus off and leaves us alone.
“I wanted to discuss tonight,” he says, his hot stare burning into me.
I freeze when his leg rubs against mine beneath the table. “Yeah, uh, what’s up?”
“I’m kidding.” He laughs, his eyes glinting wickedly. “I just wanted to see your face turn red again. It’s cute.”
Asshole.
But, he’s fine as fuck, so it’s hard to stay mad at him.
Especially knowing he’ll be in my bed later.
Dante
I wasn’t lying.
Every time Jax blushes, my dick gets really fucking hard. Hell, just looking at him does insane things to my poor cock. I want to grab him by the front of his shirt and drag him across the table for a claiming kiss. The thought is alarming for so many reasons.
He’s a closet gay.
I don’t claim guys…I fuck them.
I’m too old for weird ass games.
Yet, here I am playing a game of pretend with the fake straight sheriff, wanting like hell to suck on his neck until it bruises so everyone knows he’s taken.
I’ve been out of the game for too long. I’ll blame Callan’s bratty ass for sending me into dad mode when I could have been getting laid this whole time. Now, I forgot how to be Dante fucking Kincaid. Or, maybe it’s this town. It’s soft compared to the hard way New York was. I’ve only been here a few weeks and I’m softening into someone I don’t recognize.
“You okay?” he asks after we place our order. “You look a little sick.”
“I’m great.” I wink at him. “What’s new in your world?”
He lets out a frustrated sigh. “Rainbow Vigilante struck again last night. Wolffish Floral.”
“No shit? Is that asshole from the Chamber meeting all up in arms again?”
Jax reaches into his pocket and unfolds a newspaper article. He holds it out to me. I let my fingers brush over his, loving the fact he doesn’t immediately pull away. This guy might be scared to come out of the closet, but he craves the touch of another man so badly he’ll sneak in a secret game of footsies under the table and a simple brush of my fingers over his.
Lifting the article, I quickly scan through it, taking in the zoomed in, grainy picture of a hooded person creeping by a window.
Granger’s is offering a discount for any leads! Come see us!
“How did Addison pull that one off?” I ask with a chuckle.
“Too easily.” He grins. “If I didn’t know any better, it’s her.”
“It’s possible. Maybe you played right into her hand.”
He shifts when the server brings us our iced teas, his leg brushing my calf. “I don’t get what the big deal is. This person is painting rainbows. Why is everyone pissed off about it?”
“Most people like it,” Jax admits. “But…”
“Let me guess,” I interrupt. “The mayor and his friends do not.”
“Dad is…” He sighs. “You know, he didn’t even call to ask about Zak.”
Our conversation transitions from playful to serious. His dad is a piece of work. I didn’t care for his ass when I ran into him at the auto shop, but after knowing he had a three strike and you’re literally out rule for Zak, I decide I can’t fucking stand him.
“How does Zak feel about that?” I ask, frowning at him.
“His lazy ass was sleeping when I left this morning. I’ll feel him out later.”
“How do you feel about it?”
His jaw clenches. “I’m pissed. Mom texted me earlier trying to make me feel like shit for taking him in.”
“Where the hell else was he supposed to go?”
“The fucking alley? I don’t know. When I started getting pissed about it, she switched the conversation to my date with Shelly.”
We both grow quiet.
“What are you going to do about Shelly anyway?”
He scowls. “You really think I’m a dick, huh?”