Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“What? Why? We already talked about this,” Ross said.
H sighed, rubbed a hand over his face, likely in frustration…the same hand that had fingers in me…and I really needed to stop thinking about that. “Zander, right?” So now he knew my name—clearly, since Ross had mentioned his friend Zander and had just said my name a minute ago—and why the hell hadn’t I told him my name last night? Then we could have put two and two together and stopped this from happening.
I nodded because I didn’t trust myself to speak.
“How about we head to Ross’s apartment? We can order delivery. I’d like to buy you dinner, but maybe it’s not a good idea that we go to a restaurant.”
Because I was the worst friend ever, who’d gotten dicked down by his best friend’s dad. “No, thanks. I’ll just—”
“I’d like it if you came,” H said, and heat ran up my neck and face. Why was everything suddenly a sexual innuendo? “I think it’s important that you come.” I could hear it in the tone of his voice—he wanted to tell Ross. They were close. Ross had shared that. They’d grown up together in a way, and I envied Ross that. I always had, but now I sort of wished they weren’t. While I knew secrets were never a good idea, I totally didn’t want Ross to know I’d been fiending for his dad’s cock.
When my gaze found my friend, I saw him watching us, a small frown curled at his lips. Because he could tell something was up, or because I’d be letting him down if I didn’t go to dinner?
I couldn’t let H tell him on his own, so I gulped and nodded. For the second day in a row, I was thoroughly fucked—only this one wasn’t nearly as fun.
CHAPTER FOUR
Harrison
It wasn’t every day a person found out they’d had sex with their son’s friend. I’d heard about Zander, of course. I knew they’d gotten close rather quickly. That Ross considered him his best friend. That Zander would be moving in with Ross back in Atlanta, and that Ross had invited him home more than once but that Zander always said no. Ross had told me how hard Zander worked, and that he struggled to make ends meet. That Zander was close to his mom and…sister, I believed, and that Ross thought he’d had a hard upbringing, but that Zander didn’t talk about it much.
Suddenly, guilt tightened around my chest. I knew things about Zander I didn’t think he would want to share with me. We were supposed to be a one-night thing, and now our lives were entwined and I was more curious about him than ever.
I also wasn’t too happy about the fact that he didn’t seem to take very good care of himself. It must be a pattern if Ross mentioned it. I knew what it was like to not always have enough food in your belly. Was that a struggle for him? If so, then… “You offered Zander not to pay rent, right? Told him it was a rental of mine that I was letting you boys use until you get on your feet?” Ross had ridden with me back to his place. Zander had his car, so he was driving over himself, though I was beginning to wonder if he would be a no-show.
“Yeah, obviously. What, did you think I was going to pocket the money?”
“No, of course not, I just…”
“He’s like that. He doesn’t ever want to seem like he’s taking a handout. It’s important to him to do everything on his own. I’m honestly surprised he even agreed to room with me. He must be worried about making things work for that to be the case.”
Shit. I had a feeling about that. He reminded me of—
“He’s a lot like you that way,” Ross cut me off, verbalizing my thoughts.
“He sounds like a good kid.” Oh, fuck no. I couldn’t think of him that way. It was creepy and gross. “Man—a good man.”
“You’re being weird.” Ross eyed me.
“No, I’m not. I’m just interested in him, is all. You’ve been talking about him for over a year, and…” Christ on a cracker. What if Ross had feelings for him? What if they’d slept together? As far as I knew, Ross was straight, and he knew he could tell me if he wasn’t. I never made a secret about being bi, and his godfather—my best friend, Warren—was gay and married. But sometimes what you were told or what you saw didn’t matter. You could know everything would be okay, but that didn’t always make it easy to admit something so personal to someone you cared about. “The two of you are just friends, right? You know it would be okay if you’re more.”
Outside of the fact that I knew what Zander’s cum tasted like.