Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 84985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“Hey, man, I’ll get you another beer,” Trevor said, and took the step or two to the bar. The bartender pushed three Corona bottles in his direction. Trevor handed one to Rylie and one to Brody.
“Nah, I’ve had enough. Give it to Brody,” Rylie yelled over the blaring music.
Brody didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the beer, holding two in his hands, giving Trevor a sloppy yet sexy grin. The one Trevor dreamed of regularly.
“Thanks and this is a damn fine rockin’ party you planned, buddy. You havin' a good time, my man?” Brody leaned in, shouting in Trevor’s ear.
Brody’s breath tingled across Trevor’s skin. Goose bumps sprang up across his arms. Trevor turned his head to bring his mouth close to Brody’s, only to lose balance. He stumbled a few steps and slammed into the back wall. Brody watched him with a laugh, and then turned back to the party, heading into the crowd.
God, he seriously still had it bad for the guy. Everything about Brody called out to him. The way the guy moved, dressed, spoke, smelled... He knew the guy was a slut, hell, everyone knew Brody was a slut, but his gaze still focused on the sway of Brody’s tight ass. Trevor wanted to run his hands across the denim so badly. Even in his drunken state, his cock sprang to life. It struck Trevor—there was only one other ass that could draw his attention and make him completely forget about his best friend, and it belonged to Reed Kensington. His budding hard-on grew stiffer thinking about the gorgeous blond haired man.
Trevor thought about Reed several times since their meeting last night, easily chasing Brody from his mind. The card Reed gave him was now rubbed well worn. Trevor traced his fingers across Reed's name over and over while thinking of his smile and dreaming of his touch. Why hadn’t Reed come tonight? As Rylie’s best man, Reed should be here even if it wasn’t his normal scene. Maybe Trevor did something to run Reed off. Maybe he came on too strong or too needy. More than likely, Reed just came over to him last night as a favor to his brother.
The rumors circulating about Reed were of him being a ruthless attorney, a self made man, and a notorious playboy, who regularly enjoyed a variety of men. Trevor had nothing to offer Reed. He wasn't wealthy or handsome. Trevor couldn’t even offer to be another notch on Reed’s bed post as he certainly didn’t sleep around. He would just never be that kind of guy. Even years ago, when he slept with women before he'd given in and faced the truth of his own homosexuality, sex still meant something. Plus if it meant something to him and nothing to Reed, he wouldn’t be able to handle it, making everything very awkward around Reed's family, and he just couldn’t risk his relationship with them. They were the closest thing to family he had.
A burst of laughter tore across Trevor’s drunken mind, then out his mouth. He had as much of a chance with Reed Kensington as he did with Brody. Actually, Trevor would have a better chance with Brody than ever drawing the attention of Reed. Hell, the gorgeous blond probably wouldn't even remember him from last night. And clearly, if Reed wanted to see Trevor, he would be here tonight. Looking out across the crowded bar, his thoughts jumbled in his head. Trevor took another long swig of his beer, thinking how he wished Reed was here anyway, and how nicely the night turned out.
Elise asked Trevor to personally plan this party, happy to leave all the arrangements to him except for one strict rule: no women. Elise made it perfectly clear. No strippers were to be dancing naked or grinding on her future husband. Trevor made sure to honor her wishes. And from where he stood, it seemed a reasonable request. He didn’t know how the other guys felt about it, but since Brody rarely went after the men they worked with, the party was turning out pretty cool for Trevor. He wouldn't have to watch Brody hanging over anyone tonight. They stuck to the guy things like darts, pool, foosball, cigars, and beer. Lots and lots of beer.
Cheers suddenly erupted, and the music in the bar swiftly changed. Trevor stood up from where he still leaned on the back wall, pushing himself forward to see what caused this kind of reaction. His eyes went wide as they fell upon four scantily dressed women. All high heels, long hair, and longer legs. They strutted through the crowd, asking for Rylie by name. Confusion clouded his drunken mind. Moving forward, Trevor went to tell Rylie the strippers were not his doing. Brody must have invited them. He only made it so far before watching one of the women try to sit on Rylie's lap. His buddy denied her, standing quickly, only to draw all the women to him. Rylie tried hard to avoid their roving hands. It didn’t seem easy to move away from the pack, but Brody jumped in to save the day, taking Rylie’s place. That was all it took. The women began to dance around Brody. Cheers erupted again while clothing was teased away, and Rylie hurried to Trevor.
“I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know they were coming, Brody must have—”
“It’s cool, not a thing. I just promised Elise I wouldn’t get involved.”
The two of them now stood completely on the outside of the circle surrounding the women. Brody sat in Rylie’s chair, his hands encouraging any of the women to sit on his lap. Every bold move Brody made, the cheers grew louder. Unable to force his eyes away, Trevor watched intently as Brody ran his hands all over the writhing body on his lap. After a little coaxing, Brody captured her lips. She wrapped her long legs across his hips, grinding against his very obvious arousal. Trevor fixed his sights on the Brody's swollen cock, watching the strain build against the jeans that trapped it. Just like that, with Trevor’s thoughts on Brody's little sex show and Reed not showing tonight, his cool, easy on the heart night took a full nose dive.