Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Breck fought back a smile. “Don’t flatter yourself. I owed you a favor. And then... I got curious. Shit happens.”
Kai laughed, loosing a length of rope. “Yes, shit happens. And where you’re concerned, it happens a lot. You nearly ground one off on me a few months back. Then more recently, you kissed the living hell out of me on the very same mat. And of course, there’s what happened just now… when you asked me to play with you.”
Breck stiffened. Kai was razzing him, he knew this. But it still ticked him off. Made him feel defensive. To his irritation, though, there was nothing he could say. He had done those things. “You make me sound like a man-whore,” he muttered.
“Are you saying you’re not?”
Breck tensed even tighter. “How ‘bout you kiss my—”
“Breck.” Kai laughed again. “I’m just playing. Relax.”
Breck scowled. Fine. So, Kai was just playing. Thing was, he was doing it with valid points. For the majority of Breck’s college life, he had been a whore. Kai’s comment was just calling him out on the truth. At least Kai didn’t appear to be holding that little truth against him.
Breck sighed and forced his muscles to ease. He didn’t want to be angry right now. He felt too good with all those post-o endorphins still pumping through in his veins.
“Anyway,” Kai continued, “it’s just unfortunate.”
“What is?”
“That you can’t do ‘that kind of thing’.”
“Why?” Breck peered over his shoulder. “Why do you say that?”
Kai pulled another knot apart. “Because now that you’re broken in, I could use a guy like you in the classroom setting.”
“You mean, as your rope model… at that District place?”
“Yes.”
Breck tamped a humorless chuckle. “Yeah, nope. No way.”
“I understand.”
And didn’t those two words totally suck. Because in another fucking life he’d absolutely love to be Kai’s model.
“Although…” Kai casually tacked on. Had his timbre dipped?
Breck’s heart thumped. “Although, what?”
“You could still assist me… Like this… In private.”
“To help you practice, you mean?”
“Yes. Before classes and shows.”
Breck’s pulse picked up speed. That prospect held promise. And could prove amazing. Being bound hadn’t been so bad. And it’d give him a reason to interact with Kai more. He shifted his weight. Didn’t want to seem too eager. “Um… Hmm… I dunno. How often would you need me?”
“Several times a month.”
Nice. “Oh.” Keep it casual. “When’s your next gig?”
“Next week. An exhibition.”
Breck’s heart raced faster. Could he? Should he? A part of him definitely wanted to. But another part warned of inadvertent consequences. What if they got closer? What if he fell for the guy? It wasn’t like he could ever date Kai. His roadmap to stardom didn’t have allowances for that. And yet, this opportunity felt too good to pass up.
He cleared his throat. “Um. That might be possible. I don’t leave for Hawaii for another two weeks.”
“How ‘bout you think on it.”
“Okay. I will.”
Kai moved to Breck’s wrists. The ropes relinquished their hold. “All free,” he murmured wryly. “Such a shame.”
Breck grinned and dropped his arms. Blood flow resumed. He moaned at the sensation. Rolled his shoulders. Stretched his arms across his chest.
Kai watched him quietly. “Good?”
Breck nodded. “Yeah. Good.”
“Alright.” Kai grabbed his phone and handed it over. “Here. The pictures I took.”
Breck stilled. He’d totally forgotten about those. “Oh. Right.” He thumbed through the images. And, wow, he had to admit, he wore hemp rope well. Like Kai had promised, no face shots were present. And no angles with his tattoo. But shit if his big-ass hard-on wasn’t in clear fucking view. Not that Kai could’ve avoided that... Breck handed it back and rubbed his nape. “Yeah. Those look fine.”
Kai grinned. “Mighty fine. We make a good team.”
Breck forced a smile. Their little adventure was officially over. Time to split. But just like before, a part of him wanted to stay. Which was ridiculous. He should be bugging to leave. For crying out loud, he was standing there like an ass in his cum-soaked jock. What was he doing? Had he lost his mind? He’d just fucking orgasmed. For what other purpose could he possibly want to stay?
His gaze lingered on Kai’s gorgeous face…
Ugh! Nope, he told himself quickly. That man was only good for scratching his itch. Which he’d done. Rather spectacularly, but still. No reason to linger now that the indulging was done.
Clearing his throat, Breck grabbed his clothes and beelined it for the bathroom. Another quickie clean-up and then he was pulling on his clothes. He strode back out to find Kai bundling up the last of his ropes.
Kai regarded him, giving his body a subtle once over. The look in his eyes said he liked Breck better without his clothes.
Breck’s insides fluttered. He bit his cheek and crossed his arms. “So… all paid up?”
Kai smiled. “Yes. All paid up.”
Breck nodded. “Alright. So then… I guess… I’ll catch you later.”