Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“One very well-gifted alien. He was described as a tall, muscular, commanding lover with big balls and two ginormous cocks.”
“Does that mean he had four balls?”
Asher looked as if he were about to consider that one, but when I waggled my brows lasciviously, he guffawed. “I don’t remember his balls.”
“Never forget the balls,” I chided, grinning wildly when he dissolved into laughter.
He dabbed the corner of his eye under his glasses and grinned. “The double-dick idea fascinated me more than his balls. That and…he was green. The author didn’t clarify what shade of green, though.”
“Who cares? He had two dicks. Let’s go back to that detail,” I stage-whispered.
Asher froze with his fork in midair. “Speaking of which, have you ever—”
“Had two dicks in my ass? No. Have you?”
He considered me for a moment, then shook his head. “Technically, no, but also yes. I was with a guy once who tried to put a dildo in while he was…you know.”
“Fucking you,” I supplied, confused by the flash of jealousy. I swallowed a gulp of wine as if hoping to clear unwanted thoughts.
“Yes. It wasn’t great. They make it look so hot in porn and the reality is…ouch.”
I chuckled. “It sounds like an ouch.”
“The aftermath was excruciatingly embarrassing too. I made a mental note to delete his number and buy a thicker dildo. And yes…I have a few and they’re well used, thank you very much.” He closed his mouth in a tight line and sighed. “We should change the topic. Every time I’m with you, I secure my spot in Hades.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “What’s with you and the guilty conscience? I admire your commitment to honesty, Ash, but I don’t think it’s healthy to punish yourself after the fact. Not to mention, your rules seem arbitrary. They don’t make sense.”
“Sure, they do.”
“Hmph. You say sex is a part of nature, and you’re happy to discuss it until your internal sex-o-meter overloads and you decide you’ve overstepped some invisible boundary. It’s like you want to punish yourself for no good reason.”
Asher opened and closed his mouth. “I don’t do that.”
I polished off my salad, pushed my plate aside, and reached for my wineglass. “Yeah, you do. You should give yourself a break once in a while.”
“Says the devil incarnate.”
“Who me?” I flashed a roguish grin. “I’m not so bad, and you don’t have to be so good. Is this the remnants of a super religious upbringing or—”
“Oh, gosh, no. My mother is a hippie. She’s not judgmental at all.”
“Then why—”
“I’m just weird, Blake.”
His tone was firm rather than sharp and sent a strong message that he’d prefer to drop the subject. In fact, he looked suspiciously eager to greet the waiter when he returned to clear our salad dishes and set dinner plates on the table. I observed his animated hand gestures, his starched collar, and perfectly straight bow tie, wondering what he was hiding under all that armor.
Asher wasn’t weird, he was—okay, fine…he was totally weird. But I had a feeling he was compensating too. Making up for something or glossing over an unseen flaw. Sort of like a kid standing guard over a lamp he’d busted by accident. No one would notice as long as he made sure the unblemished side was never shown.
Call me crazy, but that got me. Yes, I was very attracted to him and definitely wanted to get naked and horizontal with him ASAP. But I wanted to know him too. I wanted to peel away his protective layers and study his quirks. His internal system of checks and balances fascinated me.
Two days ago he’d poured iced coffee over my head and declared he’d never wanted to see me again. Today he had a binder full of notes designed to help me navigate coming out. Sure, we’d had another round of amazing sex in between, but that wasn’t why he was here with me now.
I couldn’t figure him out. And I wanted to.
I twirled my fork around my pasta and smiled. “You know, I’m no devil, and anyone who sucks dick like you cannot be an angel. There’s got to be a good middle ground for us.”
“Yes. As friends.”
I didn’t like the sound of that, but I’d told Ash I’d follow his lead and I would. Even though I had a feeling it wouldn’t be easy. Christ, right this very second, I wanted nothing more than to slip beside him on his side of the booth, muss his hair, tug that bow tie loose, and stick my tongue down his throat.
“Right,” I agreed, shifting in my seat to adjust my cock when he hummed around a mouthful of pasta. No joke, my dick woke up at the mention of alien sex and was now stretching the seam of my zipper. I sipped my wine and willed my body to get the “friend” memo. “So, buddy…since we’re supposed to be spending time together now, I think you should come to my game next weekend.”