Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
After a couple more minutes passed and I was still only a little bit less soft, I let out a frustrated sigh.
“Well, this is fuckin’ annoying,” I said.
“I mean it, you can pull up some viewing material on your phone, if you want,” Liam said from behind the camera.
“I don’t want to do that,” I said.
“Are... you sure you still want to go through with this?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said firmly. “God, yes. I just keep thinking about every other damn thing under the sun.”
“Like what?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said, shaking my head.
“If you talk it out a little, maybe you’ll stop worrying about it,” Liam said. “You always used to make me do that. Not that it really worked.”
I exhaled. “Okay. Fine. There’s… a couple TV producers coming to Red’s later this week to profile the bar. If they enjoy it, Red’s has the chance to be selected to feature on a travel show all about bars in America.”
Liam’s eyes widened. “Whoa. That’s incredible. I bet Sam is excited.”
“Oh, Sam is losing his mind with excitement,” I said. “He already said that if we’re selected, we’re having a huge bash at the bar as soon as we find out. I think he’s just happy that if he’s on TV, he might get laid.”
Liam smiled. “Makes sense. It’s probably true, too.”
“Sam thinks I need to get laid, too,” I said. “He told me I could find a husband this way. I laughed in his face.”
Something passed across Liam’s face as I said that.
“Honestly, I was surprised as hell that you weren’t married already, when I came back here,” Liam said. “I thought for sure you had to have some hot as hell husband.”
I snorted, shaking my head. “No. God, no. I’ve been in a dry spell, anyway. There was one guy I saw a couple years ago where marriage felt like it could… maybe be a possibility, but things fizzled out before they ever went there.”
“What was wrong with him?” Liam asked, cocking his head to one side.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Nothing, honestly. But he didn’t ever challenge me, I guess.”
He nodded. “You do like a good challenge.”
A small thrill shot through me. “I know. I’m too much of a sucker for it,” I said. “But if someone doesn’t ever surprise me, or isn’t ever up for adventures… what’s the point? He wasn’t enough. And I felt so bad about it, but I had to break things off.”
“And you’ve been alone since then?”
It felt surreal having Liam say I was alone. “If you want to put it that way. I don’t feel alone. I focus on my bar. I have friends here. I like my employees, most of the time, at least.”
Liam bit his bottom lip. “I feel like I was so much of a challenge it forced you out of Los Angeles,” he said.
“I needed to leave that city,” I said. “Regardless of you, even. Leaving LA was one of the best things that ever happened to me. I love my life here in Amberfield.”
“You love the cows and hills and having nothing to do?”
“Hush,” I said. “You know it’s more than that.”
“I do now,” he said, nodding once.
“And if I can get Red’s more exposure on this TV show, it’ll only be good for everyone in my little Red’s Tavern family.”
Liam smiled at me, his grey eyes shining from across the room. I realized that I’d just been having an honest conversation with him for minutes, while my cock was fully out, resting against my thigh.
I’d felt totally comfortable the whole time, though. And paradoxically, I was feeling a lot more ready and eager to film now, even though my dick wasn’t cooperating at all.
I reached down again, trying to pump some life into it. I sighed.
“I… think I’m too excited to film the video, and that’s why I can’t relax,” I said. “I feel like I have pure adrenaline in my veins right now.”
“I know that feeling,” Liam said, nodding. “This happened to me a few times before I filmed with really famous stars, back in the day.”
“This happened to you?” I asked. “But you never have problems getting hard.”
“Neither do you, as far as I remember,” Liam said, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re right,” I said. “That hasn’t changed.”
He nodded. “You’re just experiencing a normal thing. It’s like stage fright, but it’s more like… stage excitedness.”
I let out a breath. “Well, I have no fucking clue how to fix it.”
“Some porn stars would fix it by taking Viagra,” he said.
“I’m not doing that.”
“And others would…” Liam said, biting his bottom lip.
“What?”
“Sometimes when it happened to me, I’d have to ask to… get a little help.”
“Help?”
He swallowed. “I can help you, is what I’m saying.”
He took a few steps forward, walking away from the camera. He looked at my cock as he stepped between my boots, and my heart pounded as I watched him get on his knees between my legs. I couldn’t stop staring at the gorgeous tattoos decorating his arms, the way one of them reached up just above the collar of his shirt, at his collarbone. The dark ink was the same color as his hair. God damn he was easy on the eyes. I could look at the man forever.