Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“I’m only here for the night,” the guy said. “Cross-country trucker. I always prefer stopping in Amberfield rather than in Kansas City when I can.”
“How are so many truckers so damn athletic?” Tristan asked, clearly filling the air, amused to see me flustered and not knowing what to say. I’d never really known how to act when somebody hit on me. I definitely didn’t think I was ugly, but for some reason, it still always surprised me when I got attention.
“I sit my ass down for so long in that seat, when the truck stops, all I want to do is move,” the guy said, eyeing me up and down.
“Good thing we got the dance floor kicking,” I managed to finally say. “That’s always good for a little cardio.”
The guy chuckled. “I can think of other, sexier types of cardio that are a lot more intriguing.” Christ. He really was flirting with me.
I glanced at Tristan, making eye contact and hoping that he would do the classic Tristan reading-my-mind thing that he was usually so good at.
I have no freaking clue what to say to make this guy go away.
Tristan seemed to be ignoring his mind-reading abilities right now, though.
“Where’s home for you?” Tristan asked the guy.
“Richmond, Virginia,” he said. “It ain’t much, but I’ll tell you all you want to know about it after I get back from taking a piss.”
He sauntered off toward the back of the bar, and instantly I gave Tristan a look.
“You were no help there at all,” I said with a groan.
“I’m trying to help you flirt, for once,” he said. “Come on, you’ve got to admit that guy is ten out of ten hot, right? I don’t have to be gay to admit that.”
“I don’t know. He’s fit. And attractive, I guess. But he’s not my type.”
“You’re sabotaging yourself, like you always do,” Tristan said softly, reaching out to put a hand on my shoulder. “You can let yourself have fun for once, Blue. Don’t worry about me.”
I puffed out a laugh. “It’s not because of you, I promise,” I said, even though it was a little bit of a lie.
It was about Tristan, at least a little bit. The truth was that on a night like tonight, there was nobody else I wanted to spend time with other than him. I would give up on dozens of hot hookups just to sit at home on the couch in sweatpants with Tris.
“I hate the idea of you being lonely,” Tristan told me, leaning his butt up against one of the pool tables behind him, watching me with big, beautiful eyes.
If you hate the idea of me being lonely, you don’t know the half of how lonely I’ll be when you’re gone.
Maybe it was a good thing that Tristan couldn’t actually read my mind, after all.
“That guy just isn’t my type. Not for tonight, at least. Okay?”
Tris nodded once. “Okay. I trust you. I think you’re crazy, but I trust you.” He was watching me now, too, but I actually enjoyed when Tristan stared at me, unlike when strangers did. “So how are we going to get that super hot trucker off of your case, then?”
I gave Tris a smile. “I’ll just let him down easy.”
“Or I can pretend to be your boyfriend,” he offered, shrugging one shoulder. “We’ve done it before.”
“You don’t have to do that for me.”
“It definitely worked last time.”
Something was stirring inside me already as I remembered the incident that Tristan was referring to. Once, when we’d been in our early twenties, we had driven an hour away to go to a mall where I could buy my first fancy suit for an interview. Someone in the mall had mistaken us for a couple, and Tristan had launched right into a fun little roleplay with it, holding my hand and later putting his arm around me.
It hadn’t been much at all, but I had loved it, even at the time.
“This place is amazing,” a voice said from behind me, and I knew the trucker guy was back.
“We love it too, don’t we, baby?” Tristan said, reaching out to run his fingertips through my hair.
A rush of warmth shot through my body immediately, from my chest straight down to my cock.
“One of our favorite places in town. In the whole state of Kansas, really,” I said.
“Damn. I knew you two had to be an item when I saw how you danced together,” the trucker said. “Don’t suppose you’re both in the mood for a little play tonight?”
“We were just talking about how tired we were before you introduced yourself,” Tristan said. “I’m sorry. You definitely are hot.”
He smiled. “You’re a lucky guy,” he told Tristan. “Don’t let this one go.”
“I don’t plan to,” Tristan said.
“Well, then, I’m going to go talk to the lonely guy sitting at the end of the bar,” the trucker said. “He looks like he needs a drink and a blow job, don’t you think?”