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)
I wasn’t sure if it made me want to squirm or made me want to sit on this couch with him hours and hours. I’d been a mess all day, knowing that my personal life had started to bleed into my fantasy-world with Kace today.
Why was it so much easier to have his lips around my cock than to have him know things about my personal life? To get so curious about me?
Over the past few weeks, I’d seen countless explicit photos of Kace. I’d sucked him off. Swallowed around him. And without a doubt, having my cock in his mouth and vice versa were some of the hottest experiences I’d ever had. I’d watched him come undone more than once, right in front of my eyes, and those images were going to be emblazoned in my brain for the rest of my life.
But this was different.
Somehow, sitting next to him in the little L-shaped corner of his couch knowing that he just wanted to learn about me felt like the most intimate thing we’d done thus far.
He leaned into the back of the couch, facing me. He had one knee tucked under himself, and his other leg hung over the edge of the couch. The fireplace was on, and he’d put on just about the most relaxing music I could imagine—a classic rock mix.
“Why are you so nervous?” Kace asked, finally breaking the silence between us.
My first instinct was to tell him I wasn’t nervous, but I already knew Kace was way ahead of me on that one.
I sat up a little straighter on the couch. “Because I have no clue what you’re going to ask me. How would you feel, if the tables were turned? Tell me about your past, Kace.”
He grimaced, then nodded. “Okay. Point taken. I guess we both kind of hate talking about our ‘sad lives,’” he said.
I bit my lower lip. “It’s okay. I’m ready to be an open book, even though I’d rather be in bed with you right now.
“Quit trying to tempt me.”
“Is it working?”
He shrugged one shoulder. His eyes seemed smoldering, even while he was relaxed and at his calmest. “First, I want to start with a deep question. Are you ready?”
I sucked in a breath, clicking my tongue. “Go for it.”
“Nathan,” he asked, his voice dropping lower. “What is your favorite color?”
I hung my head, trying to bite back the smile that was spreading over my lips. “Hate you.”
“I need the truth from you on that one,” he said, and as I looked back up at him, his dimples showed up with his smile.
“Orange,” I said confidently. “An intense, burning, sunset-glow orange. The color of fire.”
Kace waggled his eyebrows. “Intense. I love it.”
“Told you mine, now tell me yours.”
“Royal purple,” Kace said. “Deep and dark, but gorgeous, too. Next question: favorite football team?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m a Colorado boy, through and through. Of course the Ferals are my favorite. Why do you think I was so dopey excited to meet you?”
“Good answer,” he said with a wink. “Next question: what happened between you and your ex-wife?”
I bit the inside of my cheek, sinking back against the couch. “There it is,” I said quietly.
“I had to give you some softballs before the doozy question,” Kace said.
I ran my fingers through my hair, looking over through the long windows to Kace’s backyard. It was dark out now, and the yard was illuminated by lots of little landscape lights.
“Ranna and I never should have gotten married,” I said simply. “That’s the easy answer. We were so young when Ranna got pregnant with Maddy, and we were already fighting back then, too. We were barely old enough to drink, and we were going to have a kid.”
“A lot to put on a young couple,” Kace said. His expression was serious now, and it was clear that he really cared. He wasn’t talking with me because he felt it was polite, or because he thought we should know each other better. He really wanted to know.
“To put it bluntly, Ranna’s first love was her career,” I said with a shrug. “I delayed my general contractor licensing to take care of Maddy for a few years while Ranna was in law school. I felt more like a live-in babysitter than a husband.”
“Rough.”
“Very,” I said. “Ranna is a great mom. Always has been. But as a partner, for me, she was just… cold. We were divorced pretty quickly once she finished law school, and that was that.”
Kace reached a hand out, brushing his fingertips along my forearm. “And your whole life became a mission to be the best dad for Maddy, huh?”
I nodded, swallowing. “Bingo. I have a lot of pride about starting Fixer Brothers with Shawn, but so much more pride about the person Maddy is becoming. Ranna thinks I don’t do enough. Don’t force Maddy to practice piano enough, don’t take her to enough events around town, don’t ask her about her homework a hundred times a night. I let her play video games and eat sugary cereal, which Ranna truly hates.”