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)
“Why is this so easy for you?” he asked after a moment.
“Eating? It came naturally for me. I’ve been doing it all my life.”
“You know what I mean, Straighty.”
“Yes, I do, Ninja.” I opened a bottle of water, took a drink and then said, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s the college shit. Maybe it’s because I’m a sexual guy and it’s fucking, so why should fucking be hard? The obvious answer is I’m bi, like we said, or sexually fluid and just never took the chance to open myself up to it—I researched that term, by the way. I thought it made me sound knowledgeable.”
“Oh my God. You’re crazy.” Sean chuckled. “I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
“Most people haven’t,” I said and then admitted, “Same to you. Anyway…” I thought for a moment. Stalled by taking another drink. “The thing…my parents. They were here one day and gone the next, ya know? And I was young, I didn’t totally get the concept, how fragile life truly was. But as I got older, as things got tougher, I realized…hell, I don’t know, I guess I realized I never wanted to deny myself something I wanted.”
“And you wanted me?” he asked.
“Yes.” I cocked a brow at him. “And you obviously wanted me, too. So that’s basically most of it. If I want something, I go for it. If someone doubts me, I go for it harder. It’s how I got where I am. I wouldn’t be on this roof right now, in a building I designed, with a man who let me fuck him until I didn’t see straight if I didn’t look at life that way. See. Conquer. Win.” I winked at him.
“You’re different than what I expected.” His forehead wrinkled as though I’d really thrown him.
“Thank you,” I replied.
“It was the same for me.”
“You met a man in a club when you thought you were straight and went a little crazy?” I teased.
“No, you ass, but thanks for admitting you’re crazy for me.”
“Bastard,” I teased and then, “Tell me,” because I realized I really wanted to know more about him. The intrigue I felt went further than the fact that he saved me twice and felt good on my dick.
“Losing my brother…it’s the kind of thing that makes you realize you just have to grab life by the balls since you never know how much time you have. I don’t take anything for granted. I worked hard, and I am who I am because of him.” Which if we were being honest, we would both admit was part of the reason we were here. Yes, we met by chance, but I think we understood each other. I think we related to each other in ways we hadn’t related to other people, which made this…whatever it was…escalate as quickly as it had.
“It’s weird, isn’t it? How losing people can completely mold who you are?” It felt good to talk to him this way, to admit things that had been trapped inside me my whole life. But at the same time, that tingle in my spine got stronger and nerves lit up inside me when nothing had ever really made me nervous before.
“Yeah, it is strange,” Sean replied.
We finished eating and making easy conversation before Sean said, “I think I should probably go.”
Disappointment rushed through me, but I quickly stamped it down. Why should it matter if he wanted to go? I had no reason to care about that. “Okay,” I replied. We stood. He gathered the trash while I picked up the blanket. We took the elevator down and security said good night as we left the building.
As I drove him home, I found my eyes darting his direction every few minutes. Did he still feel me inside him? How fucking magical was that little orgasm trigger buried in his ass? I was curious…I had to admit that. I couldn’t imagine a dick in there but maybe a finger—honk! “Oh shit,” I swerved as I realized I’d driven into the other lane.
“Thinking about me that much? Just don’t kill us,” he replied, and I sure as shit wasn’t going to admit I was wondering what an orgasm stimulated from my prostate felt like.
“I absolutely was not thinking about you.”
“Liar.”
“You sound like you’re wishing I was.”
“Ugh. No. I’m just thankful we got the fucking over with so we can go our separate ways. I can hardly stand you.”
“Perfect, because I can hardly stand you as well.”
“At least we’re on the same page,” Sean teased.
“At least there’s that.” I pulled up in front of his condo and the sting of disappointment bit into me again.
Sean put his hand on the door to open it but then paused. He turned toward me and leaned in. I met him halfway and let him kiss me, let him lead the way because it was kind of sexy experiencing that side of Sean. His tongue swept across mine, and I felt his stubble against my face. It was a unique sensation, and I found myself wanting to rub my cheek against his to feel more of it.