Up For The Challenge Read Online Riley Hart, Devon McCormack

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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“Stop it, both of you. I wish you had never stolen my phone for the malicious purpose of getting that intel.”

They grinned at each other, so pleased with themselves in how they were making me squirm.

“I’ll tell him he should come over for dinner,” Mom said.

She bent over, and I jumped around her, swooping down and retrieving my phone.

Mom’s eyes glistened even more as she said, “Ah, and he likes him enough to not want me to embarrass him. I’m eager to see what happens with this.”

“Me too,” Dad said. “Just let us know the date.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. There’s no more talk of weddings or babies in this house, and if there is, I’m going to walk out of here, hop in my car, and head back to my condo and maybe see you guys in another three whole days.”

Mom put her hand to her chest. “Johnnie, do you hear how our son is threatening us?”

Dad’s eyes widened as he looked at me like he’d just witnessed some horrifying event. “I think this man has been a very bad influence on him.”

We laughed together, enjoying the moment, but as we glanced between one another, there was that awareness that we always shared in moments like that—where we wished Brady had been there to share it with us.

They continued giving me shit about it all through dinner, making snide jokes occasionally, but fortunately the conversation progressed to other, more important subjects.

Mom talked to me about some of her clients, and Dad told me about some trips they had planned for the fall.

Despite how I was able to enjoy my time with my family, I kept wanting to text Ethan. I didn’t want them to know how much I was really into Ethan, so I waited until after I said my good-byes and was in my car before texting: Air hockey would be nice one night. When are you free?

As I hit send, I was filled with eagerness about receiving his response.

Mom and Dad had blown things way out of proportion with their act, but I wasn’t kidding myself. There was something special about Ethan. Something I wanted to get to know better. And odd as it was for me, I was curious to find out who this Ethan Fucking Harris really was behind that charming but arrogant-as-fuck attitude.

13

Ethan

I purposefully didn’t reply to Sean right away. Yes, I was the one who’d contacted him and yes, I wanted to see him again, but I also felt unsure about it too. We’d sort of gone from zero to sixty in no time flat, and it was screwing with my head.

Of course, I also didn’t want to seem too eager.

But I was. Fucker. Why did he get me going so much?

I looked down at my desk and tried to work on the blueprint in front of me. I’d just finished up a contract, plus had the new ones I’d landed recently, some of which didn’t begin right away.

Luckily for me nothing could distract me from work, so I got lost in what I was doing. The next thing I knew there was a knock on my office door. By the way it opened before I could call out I had no doubt it was Sadie. “What do you want?” I teased.

“Want to grab a drink?” she asked.

That was the last thing I needed. The previous time she asked me to go out, Sean ended up my knight in shining armor…or ninja in shining armor?

I shook my head and chuckled. I was losing my fucking mind and I blamed him.

“No gay bars?”

“Aww. Big straight man can’t handle a gay bar again?”

If only she knew. “Actually, I can handle anything. I’m just not in the mood tonight.”

“Me either. I was thinking wine and buffalo cauliflower?”

“A woman after my own heart.” She knew she could always win me over with buffalo cauliflower from our favorite restaurant down the street. I stood, cleaned up what I was doing, shut my computer down, and then left with Sadie. We walked to a restaurant about a block from the office. It was about once a month that Sadie and I shared a drink or a meal. She’d been with me since I first started my firm.

“What’s new with you?” she asked as we looked over the menu.

I’m fucking a man.…

I took him on a date.…

I want to see him again.…

I’m curious about the magic orgasm trigger in my ass.…

“Not much. You?” I asked. It wasn’t as if I was a real talky type. The last thing I was going to do was spill any of the new developments in my life to Sadie.

“Okay…why did you look weird when you said that?”

“I didn’t look weird when I said that,” I replied. How the fuck does she know I felt weird when I said that?


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