Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
“Don’t get up. I ’member the room you assigned me,” Joe slurred.
Neither Alec nor Keyes had budged a muscle. As far as Trace was concerned, after the bike’s reveal, he wasn’t sure either man realized they had a house full of guests at all.
Joe pivoted around and stumbled during the turn. He caught himself well enough. Trace grinned as he zeroed in on Joe’s backside, his ass in particular. He wore jeans that accented his bubble butt, probably having no idea how good they looked. The standard long-sleeved T-shirt was in place. The weather wasn’t chilly enough for the hoodie underneath a jacket Joe donned and wore well. Both had been removed by the time they got inside Shanna’s car.
Joe’s gaze unexpectedly landed on Trace. He grinned a sloppy smile and kept going up the stairs. The look wasn’t the invitation that Trace wished it were. Not even a little bit, but he found himself following, helpless to do anything else. As much as he hated to admit it, a nerd on his walk was a powerful thing. He trailed more slowly in anticipation, then heard the guest bedroom door shut. His confidence took a hit as he considered this a friendship-destroying move.
Whatever. He’d been into Joe for a year now. His feelings had only grown. Maybe this was how he made the decision to leave the apartment building.
At Joe’s door, he lifted a hand and inhaled deeply. He rapped out a quick couple of knocks on the exhale. The door opened with Joe in mid-motion of removing his T-shirt. He stood in his boxer briefs, feet bare.
“Hey,” Joe said with the same hint of a slur he’d had downstairs. “What’s up?” Joe let the T-shirt fall down his chest.
“I… uh…” Trace’s gaze slid down Joe’s body to the outline of the limp cock in the boxer briefs. Oh yeah, it looked good. Bet it’d even be better hard.
Arousal burned away any lingering buzz as his gaze lifted to Joe’s face. On instinct, he reached for the T-shirt as he took a single step in. He took Joe’s sigh into his mouth, sliding his tongue across Joe’s partially opened mouth.
Whether this was a one-and-done or the beginning of many, his instincts told him there was more to this alluring man than he let on. And most certainly a temptation he wouldn’t be able to overcome.
Trace brushed his lips over Joe’s, his tongue pushing inside, sweeping over Joe’s who hadn’t pushed him away yet. Yep. One taste was all it took.
Fireworks flared behind Trace’s closed lids. He circled his arm around Joe’s waist, drawing him close as he dove deep into that delicious mouth.
Happy, happy holidays.
Xoxo,
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