Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I approach the booth and step onto the platform he’s on.
What if he doesn’t even recognize me?
But my fear subsides when he turns to me and his eyes widen.
He smiles.
His arms are bulky in the tank he wears, which shows off his sleeve-tat. He wears a backward baseball cap—something I would definitely want him to leave on if we were hooking up.
“Hey, man. How’s it going?” he asks.
“Pretty good. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you DJing here before.”
“I come here about twice a month. I’m mainly at Cockfight and Fury, though. I fill in for a buddy here who seems to be more interested in blow these days than spinning.”
“Oh, cool, cool. Not your buddy being on blow. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I didn’t think you did,” he says with a chuckle.
“Sorry I haven’t been in touch.”
“Yeah. I figured you’d take me up on my offer after our little one-on-one.”
“Does what happened count as an offer?” I tease.
“Oh, there was an offering all right.”
I laugh. “I’ve just been busy with work recently. Working nights isn’t the most convenient thing in the world.”
He scans me up and down, making me feel like a piece of meat. And that’s fine by me.
“Well, if you don’t have my number,” he says. “I’m happy to give it to you again.”
“I still have your number.”
“Then hit me up. I think we could have some fun together.”
Slick motherfucker.
My eyes keep drifting to his big-ass arms, bulging with muscles. Damn, they’re impressive. But even as I’m turned on by his body, the only thought I’m having is how much fun it would be if Cody and I had him back to our place together.
I’m not eager to have three-ways all over the place, but for some reason, I feel like it’d be more fun with Cody there.
That’s stupid, though. I doubt Cody wants to make it a regular thing, either. He’s got plenty of options around town. Hell, he’s shown me the guys who blow up his phone, especially some of the particularly desperate ones who’ll message him for hours trying to get him to give them what they need. And these guys are hot. Like way hotter than me. I’m not ashamed of what I’m working with, but I know my limitations.
“Hey man, how’s it going?” comes from behind me.
I turn and see Cody standing beside me, looking shorter than me since I’m standing on the step beside him.
Just seeing him relaxes me. Even within the short time we’ve known each other, it seems like we’ve been friends for a while. Maybe DPing a guy together will do that to you.
“Hey, man,” I say. “This is—”
“I know Sebastian,” he says, slipping past me and giving him a hug.
As he pulls away, Sebastian points to him, stressing that bicep, and says, “This guy did my tat. Amazing job, too. I wanted the best, and I got it.”
Cody’s eyes light up. I can see how much he appreciates being respected for what he does, and he deserves it. I’m not a tat guy myself, but if I was, he’s the one I’d want doing it. Not even just because of how good he is, but because he’s passionate about it—cares about what he does. That really means something to me. A lot more than I think Cody realizes.
Sebastian displays his tattoo for me.
It’s a beautiful design of swirls and circles, but I can’t make out what it’s of at first because of how dark the bar is.
“It’s a phoenix rising from the ashes,” Sebastian explains.
I see it now. The phoenix is inside some of the swirls, rising from billows of smoke.
“I wanted something that didn’t look obvious right from the get-go. Something you kind of had to look at a little deeper to really understand.”
“Why a phoenix, though?” I ask.
“I got into some trouble a few years back. It’s taken me a while to get my shit back together.”
“I can really relate to that,” I say.
“So how do you guys know each other?” Sebastian asks.
“We’re roommates.”
“Technically,” Cody adds, “we know each other from a failed three-way.”
Sebastian’s brow raises, though clearly with interest more than anything else.
“Don’t worry,” Cody continues. “We’ve had a good three-way since.”
“Shut up,” I say, pushing Cody.
“Well, well,” Sebastian says. “Intriguing. I figured the glasses were just to throw people off the real dirty-boy in there, so I guess I was right.”
“It’s a pretty good tactic I’ve learned.”
“And then he whips those things off real fast in the bedroom,” Cody says. “No, but seriously, he’s really smart. He’s kind of a math whiz.” He looks to me. “Sebastian’s the same way. This whole bad boy look he’s got going on is just to cover up the giant nerd factory that he’s got between his ears.”
“You’re determined to throw us both under the bus tonight, aren’t you?” Sebastian asks.