Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
There was a brief moment of nervousness in Kace’s eyes as he nodded. “Really, please. I don’t want this kind of stuff to end up on some website. Really bad for the image, you know?”
“You’re safe here,” I said, and Kace turned to meet my eyes. “Really. No one at this table will say a word about your personal life, so rest easy, okay?”
I could see him relax, and my heart went out to him. I couldn’t imagine having my mom cut me off for any reason, especially for reasons I couldn’t control. Kace was really hurting, even if he didn’t want any of his fans to know it.
“You lovely people mind if I take a quick selfie?” Kace finally asked, sitting up a little straighter. “I feel like I just totally fucked with the vibes, and I’m ready to bring it back up.”
“Kace Tomlin just asked me if he could take a selfie with me,” Charlie exclaimed. “I’m so fucking lucky.”
“I’m the lucky one,” Kace said as he held out his phone, snapping a picture with all of us. “You all are one fucking good-looking bunch of people.”
“There are about a dozen people by the bar looking over here with complete jealousy that you sat down at our booth, you know,” I told Kace.
“I was at a party the other night and I could barely get people to listen to me tell a story about the time my car caught on fire,” Charlie said. “Meanwhile you get them to listen to you talk about the DMV.”
“Wait. You were at a party?” Shawn asked him. “Thought you were trying to stay away from that.”
“Oh, I’m not drinking anything anymore,” Charlie said, “but I’m definitely partying.”
I paused for a moment. “And what does that entail?”
“Fucking,” Charlie said simply. “Hooking up. Playing the field. Fucking a lot of guys, or really, more often, letting them fuck me. I’m fucking so much, actually—”
“Okay, okay, we get the idea,” I said, holding up a hand.
“Let the man talk,” Kace said, a wide smile on his face again. “I could listen to anyone talk about sex for any amount of time.”
“You gotten any action lately, Nathan?” Charlie asked me, crunching on a nacho nonchalantly.
I felt my heart skip a beat. The image of Kace, legs slightly spread on the bed, fisting his thick cock flashed through my brain again, like it had a thousand times this week.
I cleared my throat. “No. Not really. I mean, no. I haven’t done anything.”
Out of my peripheral vision, I tried to look at Kace, hoping to God he wouldn’t joke about what we’d done. I was relieved when I saw that he was looking down at his phone.
My own phone buzzed a second later, and I pulled it out, grateful for the distraction.
>>Kace: Gonna tell them you tried something new?
Heat surged through my body. Suddenly I felt like my own phone was some forbidden sex object, and one glance from Shawn or Charlie would expose me somehow.
>>Nathan: Shut up.
>>Kace: It was fucking hot. That’s all I’m saying.
>>Nathan: Well, yeah. Duh.
>>Kace: Did you just say ‘duh?’ And wait, you thought it was hot, too?
>>Nathan: I already told you it was hot.
>>Kace: Yeah. I know. I just like making you say it.
>>Nathan: …I can’t roll my eyes any harder right now.
>>Kace: I can’t get my dick any harder right now, dude.
My cheeks flared with heat and I dared to glance quickly to my side, furrowing my brow at Kace. I blinked back down at our texts, getting uncomfortably hard under my pants, now too.
I didn’t even really know why. Maybe just because this was all so strange, and thinking about dicks in general somehow had started making me get hard, out of nowhere?
But I really wasn’t thinking about dicks in general. I was thinking about his.
>>Nathan: You are impossible. I have no idea if you’re serious.
>>Kace: Kind of fun not knowing, isn’t it?
My fingers hovered over the screen. I had no shred of a clue how to respond. I was too busy trying to control the pounding of my heart and the sudden rush of blood straight to my cock, and it was as if Kace was just casually breezing through it all, pushing every button I didn’t know I had.
I settled a little when I saw Kace lock his phone and shove it back into his pocket. I still felt like a tornado had just ripped through my brain, but at least I didn’t feel pressure to respond, now.
Kace reached for a huge bite of nachos. “Should I get us another tray of these for the table?” he asked. Because I’m about to demolish this.”
“You can have the rest,” I said. “I’m headed out soon.”
“You are?” Kace said, his head swiveling to look at me. “No. Hell no. Come stay and drink with me. Don’t make me beg.”