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)
Bruce winked. “Lay some pipe.”
“Bingo,” Charlie said. “There isn’t a plumber joke Bruce hasn’t heard, by the way.”
“Alright, alright,” I said. “We’re done for the day. Kace has some very important things to attend to.”
“Oh, does he?” Charlie teased me.
“Yeah,” I said, unable to hide my smile. “It’s date night.”
Everyone whistled as Kace put his arm around my waist, leaning in to press a kiss to my cheek. I was starting to get used to these kinds of gestures, even in front of the cameras.
Actually, I was starting to really like it.
It had been two weeks since the premiere of Kace’s show, and two weeks of being Kace’s actual boyfriend. In reality, it felt like it had been so much longer. Every day I spent with Kace felt like an entire adventure, and each time I came over, even just to work on the renovation, was exciting.
Every day felt exciting again. I hadn’t felt that in far, far too long, after being wrapped up in adulthood, dadhood and my daily routines.
“We’ll get out of your hair,” Shawn said. “Although I’m sure we’ll see some sliver of your date night later on, on Kace’s Instagram.”
“Hell, no,” Kace protested. “Tonight is just for us.”
“Maybe Nathan will post them to his Instagram,” Charlie teased.
“Never,” I said. “No way in hell I’m ever posting to my own. It exists only so I can see your guys’ weird shit.”
We wrapped up on the renovations for the day. We’d done our rough-in work at a great pace this past week, and we’d probably be able to start putting up drywall as soon as next week. Everyone slowly filtered out and by the time everyone left, I was so ready to have some alone time with Kace.
“I really like this,” I told Kace, leaning against a tree out back. “Everyone leaving, and I don’t have to pretend I’m leaving, too.”
“Because they know you’re staying with me,” Kace said, coming up to me and running a palm down the front of my shirt.
“What do you have in mind for this date night?” I said, already perking up under his touch. I reached out and tucked my fingertips under the hem of his T-shirt, feeling the soft skin there and wanting a taste.
“I have a few things in mind,” he said in a low voice, leaning in to press a kiss to my jaw. “One of them involves driving up the mountain a little bit and having a nighttime picnic. One of them involves introducing you to naked tennis.”
I puffed out a laugh. “Naked tennis?”
“The name says it all,” he said. “It’s a lot more fun than you’d think.”
He kissed me just above my collarbone and my cock hardened even faster. “Fuck. Do any of your plans involve bending me over your bed and fucking me, Kace?”
He pulled back a little, looking me right in the eye. “Did you just say what I think you did?” he asked, his pale blue eyes somehow fiery.
Something kicked in my chest. “You heard me.”
Kace and I had ended up tangled up with each other in some way every single night for the last two weeks, and I’d given and received some of the best blow jobs and hand jobs I’d ever had in my life.
But we hadn’t breached the elephant in the room until now.
“I had no idea you would even want that, Nathan,” Kace said.
“Why not?”
“You only recently wanted to kiss a guy for the first time, and now you want a cock inside you?”
I bit my lower lip, holding back a smile. “Maybe I do.”
“Fuck, that is hot,” he said, his voice like a purr. “I thought for sure you’d be the one fucking me at least for a long time—”
“I want it all,” I told him, my voice sounding hungrier than I’d even known. I reached a hand behind his neck, burying my fingers in the scruff of his hair. “I want everything with you.”
“You really aren’t afraid of anything,” Kace whispered, “and it’s the hottest fucking thing in the world.”
I hummed low. “No. I’m not scared of anything with you.”
His eyes pinned me. “Come shower off with me right now. And then get in my bed.”
He grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the tree and back toward his house.
“Hey,” I said, laughing. “What happened to dinner? Looking at the stars? Naked tennis? I was just saying you could fuck me later—”
“But I want to fuck you now,” he said, and the way he looked at me made me realize just how right he was.
A minute later we were both naked, hopping into his giant shower at the corner of his bathroom. He couldn’t keep his hands off of me as we ducked under the hot water, crushing his lips to mine and squeezing my ass.
“How am I supposed to clean off from a hard day’s work when you’re all over me?” I growled, though I was making no moves to stop touching him, either.