Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“Oh, look, everybody. The big man can take out the poor blind kid,” Indi said sarcastically. “I bet you stole kid’s lunches on the playground, too.”
“How long did you know it was me?” Clay asked quietly.
“I’m blind, not a total fool, Clay. I knew the first time. Your skills in the bedroom and out are quite poor.”
“And yet, you kept letting me come back?” Clay questioned. “Why? If you knew, why would you let me keep coming back, making a fool of myself?”
Indi struggled against him. “Oh, no! Don’t you dare try turning this around on me! You were the one being deceitful!”
“I wasn’t the only one,” Clay corrected softly. “Let me ask you something, Indi. Why do you think I came here that first time? The second time? All the times after that? Was it the job? Do you honestly think that?”
“Duh. Yeah. You’re straight. I might not be as big and muscular as you, but I’m definitely not soft and I don’t have tits—your words, not mine.”
“News flash, Indi,” Clay countered. “Straight men don’t just fuck guys for the job. Well, not this straight man. Fuck,” Clay muttered. “I think we both have figured out that I’m not straight. I’m not gay, but I’m one-hundred percent gay for you, Indigo Banks. Jeezus, how could you not see it?”
“You’re a fucking liar,” Indi spat in disgust.
“Do you know what brought me here that first night, Indi? It was the fact that I knew, no doubts whatsoever in my mind, that I couldn’t let another man come in here and touch you. I thought I could handle it because it was what you wanted. Then, when I showed up and he was here, ready to knock on your door, I literally beat the shit out of him just because he was going to touch what I thought belonged to me! Again, Indi, that isn’t a straight man doing a job.”
Indi couldn’t believe what he was hearing. No, he wouldn’t believe it. He wouldn’t be fooled again.
Clay laughed softly. “I had a great plan when I knocked on your door. I would play the escort but pretend to have performance problems. You know, not be able to get it up. That would buy me some time on how I was going to handle the situation. Simple enough, right? Well, the minute I walked into your house, my eyes made a path from your perfect face and straight to your plump ass. I’d fucking suspected it. I’d watched you in the shower more times than I cared to count or accept. It took you leaving for me to even realize I’d been watching you. When I saw you, though, I knew right then. I knew that ass belonged to me.”
“Don’t lie to me, Clay. The games are over. We go our separate ways and forget everything that happened.” Indi said the words, but his heart screamed something else.
Clay’s grip on Indi’s wrists tightened. Fuck, it felt good to hold tight and not be afraid of snapping bones. Indi didn’t wince in pain; his body arched against Clay, causing their cocks to rub against each other. He needed Indi naked as soon as possible. Much longer and he would blow a load like a teenager. Indi’s jeans would offer just enough friction to set Clay off.
Clay laughed softly. “Fuck, I had to be the most horrible lay in the entire world. How in the hell did you put up with me? There had to be a reason you kept letting me come back,” Clay suggested, hoping to trap Indi into admitting he wanted Clay as badly as Clay wanted him. “Whatever could it have been?”
“Pity,” Indi snapped.
“What’s so funny is I didn’t know how bad I really was until the last time we were together. All the times before, I tried to be gentle…because I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I kept thinking that it had to hurt you like a motherfucker, and I needed to be careful.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Indi huffed. His entire body was on fire for Clay. He didn’t want it to be, but there was no denying the cold (or hot) facts. Something dawned on Indi, so he asked Clay, “If the last time was so earth-shattering, why did you quit coming to the house—fired my ass, so to speak…even if I was the one paying?”
Clay started nibbling on Indi’s exposed neck. The man was like catnip to him. “I was afraid I’d hurt you. I’d lost control, gotten angry, and pounded your ass. I was ashamed. I hated myself for what I did to you.” He bit down on Indi’s neck, leaving a mark. “Some of the guys finally quit making fun of me and explained it was what you wanted, or you would have tossed me across the room, head-first.”