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)
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah. The Spanish don’t fuck around with that shit. Not like today where we try to get high-rises built in…maybe two years max. But it’s not just that the place is this amazing fortress of design. It’s the artistry that’s weaved into it so seamlessly. There are these pillars on the inside that are designed to look like trees and one has a turtle at the base and another a tortoise. Get it? One for the sea and the other for land. Represents balance in the universe. All the artwork in the building is like that—intricate and symbolic as fuck. Sorry, this must be boring the shit out of you.”
“What? No. That’s actually really interesting.”
And I liked hearing about the things Ethan was interested in.
“I bet you could teach me a lot more about the Sagrada Família than this show,” I said.
“Oh, for sure. Speaking of teaching.” He turned to me, narrowing his eyes. “I think it’s about time you show me some of those ninja moves you got.”
“What? Why?”
“It’s only fair that I should learn how to defend myself against you. You know, in case you go psycho one day and try to kick my ass.”
He pushed to his feet. “Come on. Let’s go.”
“Oh, you weren’t kidding?”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
He picked up one end of my coffee table, just making himself totally at home in my place—like it was his own place.
I took the other side and we moved it across the floor, toward the TV to give us some space to work with.
“So what do you want me to do?” I asked.
“Show me how you would take me down.”
“What?”
“I want you to prove that you can own this ass…otherwise, you don’t deserve it.”
And there was the cocky Ethan Harris grin again.
“Put your hand on my shoulder,” I told him.
As soon as he did, I moved quickly, grabbing his wrist with my left hand and using my right to push on his forearm as I took him down to the floor, effortlessly, which wasn’t hard since he’d apparently never had someone try that move on him before.
I had his chest to the floor, his arm behind his back as my knee dug into his shoulder blade to keep him pinned down.
“Fuck that was fast,” he said, chuckling.
“Say uncle,” I teased.
“Shut the fuck up, Ninja.”
I slid my knee off his back, onto the floor.
“That was real slick,” he said before lunging toward me, wrapping his arm around me and pulling my feet out from under me.
He threw me down on my back and dropped his weight on me, crushing his lips down against mine.
I enjoyed the taste of his tongue as it slid past my lips.
My dick hardened as he started to straddle me. I took advantage of the opportunity, wrapping my arm around his thigh and rolling swiftly so that we swapped places, with me on top of him.
“That was hot,” he said with a growl. His eyes sparkled in the light sneaking through the blinds behind him. He winced and checked out my face like he was trying to read my expression. “You sneaky bastard. Looks like you’re just itching to top tonight.”
“Well, you’ve already topped, so it’s the thing you haven’t tried yet. What were you saying about the turtle and the tortoise in that Spanish building? They represent balance in the universe?” I said with a wink.
“Are you comparing topping and bottoming to the turtle and the tortoise?”
“I’m just trying to con you into bottoming, really.”
“What? You don’t like bottoming for me?”
“I’ll take whatever I can get.”
“Well, if you want something,” he said, “you just need to take it.”
21
Ethan
I was playing it off as though I was a lot less scared than I was. Maybe scared wasn’t the right word but…nervous. I mean, I was taking something other than a finger up my ass for the first time. And yeah, the magic ass button was great, but Sean’s dick was a whole lot bigger than fingers.
But at the same time, I wanted it. Craved it with this strange sort of intensity that I would never have expected. Was it just grasping on to my newfound bisexuality and exploring it as thoroughly as possible that I hungered for or was it just Sean in general? The man who was slightly cocky but would put himself in harm’s way for a stranger, despite having lost his brother the same way.
The man who listened to me chat about architecture in a way I didn’t typically do with anyone, and seemed to hang on to all my words because I was the one who was saying them?
I watched him as he rolled off me and stood. And when he held out his hand for me, I took it, letting Sean pull me to my feet.
“I want to fuck you in my bed,” he told me.