Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Hmm. Well, my best friend is Morgan. He’s a good guy. You’ll have to meet him sometime. I grew up in Temecula—I think I told you that part on the beach our first night. My family is still there.” He fed me a strawberry.
Another thing I’d never had a man do? Feed me. It was surprisingly hot.
“You should go with me on Christmas, Corb. They’ll love you.”
I sucked half a strawberry into my throat and started coughing. I sat up, Spencer hitting my back and laughing. “I’m dying, and you think it’s funny.”
“You’re not dying, and you don’t have to go with me.”
But I wanted to. I’d been invited to Kai’s with Marcus, and Marcus’s family. Parker said I could go to Elliott’s with them and his dad. Even Declan said I could go to Idaho to see Sebastian’s family with them, but I wanted to go with Spencer.
“Only if you come to my parents’ on Christmas Eve,” I countered—and I couldn’t believe I’d said the words. I’d never brought a man home except the Beach Bums, and that was different. But spending time with my family was hard, and I knew Spencer would make it easier.
“Okay.”
“Check us out. This is very datey of us.”
“That’s because we’re dating.”
My stupid face split into a stupid smile. He was… I didn’t know how to explain what Spencer was or the way being with him made me feel.
When he fed me another bite of food, I took it.
“I forgot to tell you that Gael brought a book he thinks you’ll like. It’s in the living room.”
“He did? Just out of the blue? He said it’s for me?” It was cool that Gael thought about me. I’d loved Two Boys Kissing.
Spencer chuckled. “Yeah. That shouldn’t be hard to believe. You’re The Charmer. You win everyone over.” He cupped my cheek, leaned in, and pressed the softest, sweetest kiss to my lips.
It made my world spin. It was the way you kissed someone who was important to you. Could I really be important to him? For reasons that were more than skin deep?
“I’m going to start it tomorrow.” I didn’t even know what it was, but I would read it because Gael had given it to Spencer for me.
“You’re too sweet for your own good and must be protected at all costs,” Spencer said playfully.
“I’d have to agree with you. I should be considered a national treasure,” I said, which made Spencer smile.
We sat there naked, talking, Spencer eating a bite of the food sometimes, but mostly feeding it to me, and I let him. I liked it.
When we turned off the light, Spencer pulling me into his arms so I could cuddle-slut it up with him, I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt so content.
* * *
“So…I got railed so hard last night, I can still feel it today. Oh, and it just so happens to be with the guy I’m dating,” I told Marcus while spotting him on the bench press. It was early, and we were exercising before work. The gym was fairly empty, giving us the privacy to talk—not that I wouldn’t have said what I had if others had been around. I had no shame like that.
“Jesus, kid.” Marcus put the bar in the cradle and sat up. “You’re dating Asshole Spencer?”
“I told you he’s not an asshole. He’s my…” Did I call him boyfriend? Was that what it meant when you were dating someone? The rules weren’t cut-and-dried, likely because there weren’t any actual rules. Usually, grown-ass adults talked about expectations. Maybe I should try and do that. I settled on, “He’s my CB, whom I’m now dating.”
Who is coming to my parents’ house for Christmas Eve in a few days and asked me to go with him to see his parents, and what the fuck had I gotten myself into? I was going to make a mess of this. There was no question in my mind about that.
“The two of you had a conversation about dating?”
“Yes. He also fucked me better than anyone ever has, and I totally think I want to be a slutty bottom for him.”
“You’re distracting from the important issue with sex. Do you think I don’t know your shit by now? So you have a boyfriend. When is he coming over?”
“Let’s hit the rowers.”
With a sigh, Marcus followed me over. They were in a corner, four of them in a row, but they were empty, so it was just the two of us.
We sat down, and I immediately began to work. “I think…”
“You think what?” Marcus asked.
“I have a boyfriend. We said we’re dating and exclusive. I haven’t figured out exactly what that means for me. Do you see why it’s easier to focus on the spectacular sex?”
“Maybe you should talk to him.”
“You say that as if you would do the same if the situation were reversed.”