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)
Walking back over to the nightstand he propped the piece of paper next to the glass of water and bottle of aspirin. With one last look at Trevor, Reed whispered, “See you tomorrow, handsome. Sleep well.”
Chapter Four
Late in the morning, Reed wiped the steam from the mirror to better see his reflection. He raked his fingers through his thick blond waves to fix his hair in the latest style. It only took a minute. Satisfied with the result, he smiled, but his mind returned to the intriguing man who hadn’t seemed to stray too far from thoughts for the last couple of days. Those thoughts of Trevor caused his body to harden for the third time today. The last episode of pleasuring himself in the shower, only thirty minutes ago, still hadn't squelched his need for Trevor, no more than it did this morning when he woke. Dear God, Trevor had him all wound up.
Reed stood there, staring at himself, letting his mind wander again to last night. He pictured Trevor outside the bar. Trevor’s pants hitting the ground while the soft breeze blew his short auburn hair. Need filled those ocean blue eyes when Trevor began to stroke himself. Oh Lord, the image captivated him, forever etched into his mind. Closing his eyes, Reed remembered every little detail and slid his hand down his ripped stomach, vividly recalling Trevor’s rich dark scent, and how Trevor’s sweet mouth and wicked tongue moved in perfect rhythm with his own. Reed’s breath hitched as his fingers wrapped around his aching cock. He stroked from base to tip, needing to release more of the built up tension again raging through his body. Reed groaned as he remembered how Trevor's thick, hard cock felt sliding against his bare palm.
With each stroke, Reed’s thoughts centered in on what it might feel like to drop to his knees, and take Trevor’s beautiful cock fully into his mouth. The thought caused his hips to buck forward, thrusting his swollen dick harder into his tightened fist. Trevor's body responded to his as if they were made for one another. The idea of making Trevor truly his caused Reed’s strokes to grow more urgent, more frenzied. His cock throbbed as he wondered what it would feel like to make love to Trevor for the first time, how it would feel to have his big body quiver with need as Reed pushed into him, inch by delicious inch. Reed moaned aloud, picturing Trevor's body gripping and milking his cock as he pounded into him, and God, would he ever pound into Trevor.
Reed’s breathing deepened. The searing thoughts of Trevor continued to play in his mind. The hot, delicious friction of his hand caused his hips to buck. His body involuntarily arched forward, forcing his cock deeper into his palm. He continued to stroke, but aimed his dick down toward the sink. The release took him with force. His body quivered uncontrollably. The erratic pounding of his heart had him gasping. The memory of Trevor's full lips slightly parted, lost in his own pleasure, coaxed an even stronger shudder. Groaning, his body spasmed as the last of his hot seed shot out, splattering against the marble sink.
After several long moments, Reed gathered himself together and turned on the faucet. He began to wash away the sticky remnants of his excitement when he heard his cell phone going off. Inhaling deeply, he draped a towel around his waist, making his way to his phone on the dresser but ignored the incoming call with a swipe of his finger. He needed to text Rylie to find out a few things about Trevor before he finalized their evenings plans, so he sent a quick text to Rylie.
‘How is my favorite brother on this very fine day?’
Reed brought the phone to the closet with him and began to dress. It took a few minutes before his phone beeped with an incoming text. Palming it, Reed read the reply.
‘Hahaha! Your favorite brother, huh? If I remember correctly I'm your only brother! This brotherly love can only mean one thing—you need something... What do you want now, big brother?’
Reed chuckled. Rylie knew him too well. He typed an answering message back to Rylie.
‘I have a few questions about your boy Trevor. Is he seeing anyone? What does he like to do? I want to know everything about him.’ A tap on the screen sent the message. Reed stood naked in his closet, waiting on pins and needles for Rylie to respond.
When the text didn’t come back right away, he forced himself to focus on getting dressed. He selected a dark red Armani button down, and a new pair of D&G jeans. He dressed quickly, watching his phone all the while. Finally, as he was sliding his shoes on, the phone beeped. Reed scrambled to open the message.
‘Trevor’s the traditional, old school gentleman type of guy and one hell of a soldier. He's shy, hasn’t dated since his last girlfriend back when we were like 19 or 20 years old. Even then, he wasn’t into a casual relationship that I can ever remember. Honestly, I’m coming to the conclusion he has a crush on Brody; I'm not sure though. He's never actually come out and admitted he was gay. Trevor’s very smart. He spends his free time reading and going to art showings or museums by himself. Why do you want to know? Why are you asking these questions? What happened between you two last night?’
Reed grinned at Rylie’s questions as he stepped from his closet, quick with his own reply.
‘Thank you for the info. Now you really are number one on my list of favorite brothers, lol! Rylie, you know very well I won't discuss what I did or didn't do with your boy, but I can tell you, Trevor has my interest peaked. I do want to learn more about him and you have been quite helpful. Thank you but I've got to run...talk to you later. Much love, R.’