Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Uh…are you naked?” he asked.
I laughed. “Yeah, don’t tell me you non-gay guys do it with clothes on.” I got up and went over to push the button that would cause the curtains to slide open. As an afterthought, I pushed the second button—the one that opened the balcony doors. Within seconds, the curtains had shifted to the end and the glass doors had disappeared into the walls. The night breeze caressed my burning skin as I stared out into the darkness. When I turned around, there would be no hiding the hard-on I sported…not with the full moon blazing in the night sky.
“Sir?” he said quietly.
“No, not in here.” I told him. I wasn’t sure why I said the words…why I didn’t want to slip into our Dom/sub roles, but I didn’t. The reality of it was everything about us was a lie.
Another reality was I didn’t want it to be.
I knew I was treading on dangerous ground. Danger or not, I slowly walked toward the bed. His eyes, the blue sparkling with the moonlight, stared at my cock. It wasn’t disgust on his face. It wasn’t desire, either. Maybe…intrigue. Hopefully, interest.
No, it wasn’t dangerous ground. It was more like quicksand and I was sinking fast. Too fast. I climbed into the bed, pulled the blanket over me, and turned my back to him…like a coward. “This isn’t a good idea, Baker. We’ll leave it with sleeping in the same bed. There’s no need to try and put on a performance for our peeping Tom.”
I felt him scoot closer to me and then felt his hand touch my back. “Don’t get scared, big guy. I don’t bite.”
His hand massaged my shoulder. He was laughing at me…enjoying my discomfort. I guessed I’d earned that from him. “Maybe that’s the problem,” I answered. “I could play along with this…if only you were a biter.” Tease him. Act like it’s no big deal. Think about something horrible like drowning puppies—anything to get some of the blood out of my cock and back into my brain.
I hissed in shock when I felt his teeth clamp down on my shoulder. He bit me. Hard. Followed it with a lick.
“Come on, Agent Wilkinson. He may be watching. Don’t disappoint him.”
The bite. His tongue. The husky sound of his voice. It was all too much. Too good. The thin string that had been holding me back snapped. One second I’d been on my side, letting him touch and tease me, and in the next second, I’d turned and was on top of him. The blanket…his security blanket…was knocked aside with my sudden movement. I wasn’t gentle when I pushed his legs apart and settled my weight between them.
Braced over him, I could easily see his eyes were wide with surprise. I was certain this was a position he wasn’t used to being in—legs spread with someone between them. My cock, still rock hard, rested against the flat muscles of his stomach…next to his own cock.
Holy fuck! Baker was as hard as I was.
I looked at his face. His tongue darted out and wet his lips. His cock twitched and bumped against mine.
“I…I can’t do that, Seth,” he stuttered. “Fuck,” he muttered quietly. “I know I’m sending out mixed signals. I’m sorry, that’s fucked up and unfair. It’s just that I’m…confused. My body tells me one thing but my head screams another.”
He tried to look away, but I grabbed him by the chin and made him look at me. “Keep talking. Please,” I begged.
“I’m not gay, Seth.”
Not what I wanted him to say when I’d asked him to keep talking.
“But you make me…think things. Wonder about things. Imagine things.” He took a deep breath. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say being with you has made me curious.” Another deep breath. His heart pounded so hard I could see it make his chest move. “I also know that’s about one of the rudest fucking things to say to you…to do to you.” He pushed against my chest. “Ignore me, Seth. I’m sorry I bit you. You were right, this is a bad idea.”
When he pushed against me, I didn’t budge. It was a fucking weak push, anyway. I damned well knew he was stronger than that. “Curious, huh?”
“Don’t make fun of me,” he growled. “Get off me, you weigh a ton.”
He wriggled beneath me, sending shock waves straight to my cock and balls. Would it be possible for me to come just from a swivel of his hips? Maybe.
“No kissing on the lips,” I said to him in response to his telling me to get off him.
He froze. Gulped. Blinked. Licked his lips again. “No kissing on the lips,” he finally whispered.
I would end up getting hurt. Curious men were the worst—they played with you, tossed you back into the water, and then wanted you to swim away and forget they existed. I had a feeling once I sampled Baker, I’d never be able to forget he existed.