Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
He shrugged. “Please, I’ve been working up a few things on Scruff all day. I can catch a dick tonight. Not a problem. Just hope, for your sake, whoever you’re hooking up with will be way better than I am.”
I laughed. Although Wade couldn’t understand that even what Ethan and I had shared so far was better than any of the sex I’d had with anyone—and I’d had enough of it to know better than to give up an opportunity to experience that chemistry again.
9
Ethan
“Dave and Buster’s?” Sean asked me as we stood in front of the restaurant arcade.
“Obviously. I was hungry, and I’m fucking incredible at pool and air hockey. I figured I could own your ass here first, and then maybe at home later.”
Sean rolled his eyes. “Mr. Cocky who’s never fucked a man has no idea what he’s in for. Won’t matter if it’s your dick in my ass. I’ll still be doing the owning.”
His cockiness really shouldn’t be as hot as it was. That was my space. I’d always occupied it and now I shared it with this guy who just happened to get my dick hard and I still couldn’t make sense of it. “That’s cute. I like your spunk.”
“Oh, fuck you,” Sean said as we walked in. The sound of people and dinging games immediately assaulted me.
“I plan on fucking you,” I told him.
“You wish.”
“Who got in contact with who again?” I teased. “Don’t pretend you don’t want it.”
“You left your card.”
“I left the ball in your court. You’re the one who couldn’t stop yourself from using it.”
He opened his mouth to reply to me and all I could think about was how it felt wrapped around my dick. What it felt like to push my cock past those plump, sarcastic lips, and I wondered what we were doing here when he had a mouth like that.
“Table for two, gentlemen?” the host said before Sean spoke.
“Yes,” he replied, and as the waiter began to lead us to a table, he said to me, “You were thinking about how good I blew you, weren’t you?”
Oh, yeah. That’s why we were here. Because he had a head as big as mine and I wanted to one-up him once. “Nope. Not at all. Wasn’t that memorable.” Which was obviously a huge-ass lie. I’d had too many blowjobs in my life to count, but no one’s mouth had been quite as talented as Sean’s.
“That’s cute.” He echoed my words from a moment ago.
“You—umpf.” I ran into the host not realizing he’d stopped.
Sean grinned, and I wanted to kiss the damn smirk off his face, even if the only reason was to surprise him.
“Sorry. He loses his head when he’s around me. Just gets so distracted by my quick wit and good looks,” Sean told the host, who chuckled.
“That’s sweet,” he replied. “New couple?”
“He’s trying,” Sean answered before he winked at me.
“No, I’m not,” I replied but from the look in his eyes, he didn’t believe me.
Sean: One
Ethan: Zero
I needed to up my game.
“Eight ball, corner pocket.” I pointed to the opposite side of the pool table.
“No way,” Sean replied.
“Have we learned nothing from the two games I beat you at already?”
“How old are you?” he questioned.
“Thirty-three and damn proud of not acting my age. Now be quiet so I can revel in beating you again.” Okay, so maybe it wasn’t quite the way I wanted to beat him, but it was something.
“I’m thirty-three too,” he replied.
“It’s a good age.” I bent over, aimed, and shot. The cue hit the eight ball and it went down exactly the way I’d planned.
Sean quietly cursed before he asked, “How’d you get so good?” He still had half his balls on the table. “Are you a pool shark in your spare time?”
“No.” I shook my head and leaned against the table. “I lived outside of LA growing up. There was this teen center within walking distance. My grandmother hated to be around me and I wasn’t real fond of being around her either, so I hung out there pretty frequently. I had a lot of time to perfect my craft. Hey, kind of like sex, I guess. You’ll see when we get to that part.”
Sean gave me a soft chuckle before he said, “I’m sorry.”
My brows pulled together. “What are you sorry for?”
“About your grandmother. That couldn’t have been easy.”
I waved him off. “Oh, God. Please don’t do that. I didn’t tell you that to get your pity. I hate pity.” The truth was, I wasn’t quite sure why I’d told Sean at all. Talking about my grandma or my parents wasn’t something I did with anyone, but I guessed since I told him I lost them, it made sense I would let little things like this slip. I felt like he got it in some odd way, even though I didn’t know anything about his relationship with his parents. Probably because I could relate to Sean because of his brother.