Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
And now Rowen had shown up to pick me up wearing a simple black long-sleeve and jeans, and I realized the mistake I’d made.
“Let me go inside and change,” I said.
“No,” Rowen protested. “We’re already twenty minutes late. Get in the car. You look so fucking cute, Shane.”
“I can feel myself blushing on every inch of my body.”
His eyebrows lifted. “Even your cock is blushing?”
“Oh, shut up,” I said, but I was smiling as I finally pulled open the passenger side door to his car. “I can’t believe it’s not a holiday party.”
“It’s just some local theater people meeting up at the Hard Spot Saloon,” Rowen said. “I thought it would be good to act like we’re boyfriends and get more used to it before your family’s party.”
“Your theater friends are going to think I’m a Christmas freak.”
“You kind of are,” he said, “but I am, too. They’ll love it.”
Rowen had already started driving down the street, so I didn’t have the opportunity to jump out and demand to change clothes again. As we drove I got to watch the glow of the streetlights dance over his face, and already I felt myself slipping back under his trance again.
It had been about a week since Rowen had wrapped his lips around my cock and given me one of the hottest experiences of my life. I’d thought about it every night since. Hell, who am I kidding? I’d thought about it every day, about a billion times a day, ever since.
He was so hot it hurt.
And now I was going to this get-together with him dressed like I had put sticky tape all over myself and rolled around inside a Christmas decorations store.
“You sure we can’t turn around and I’ll go change my outfit?” I asked.
“Not going to happen. Because we’re already here.”
I bit my lip as we pulled into the Hard Spot parking lot. I’d just taken off my seat belt when Rowen leaned over, closing the distance between us.
He pressed his lips to mine in a kiss, without warning, and I gasped against him.
Suddenly my chest felt molten for a very different reason. I knew we were going in to practice being boyfriends, but I really hadn’t expected him to kiss me now.
“Sorry,” he murmured against my lips before turning his head to the side, kissing me deeply again. “I just really wanted to do that.”
I hummed. “You wanted to kiss me ever since you saw my ridiculous outfit, huh?”
His eyes met mine, the warm brown lit up by the street lamp outside. He squeezed my leg. “Let’s head inside, boyfriend.”
As we walked in, already I felt like I’d made a huge mistake. The rest of the people in the bar were dressed normally, to say the least. The Hard Spot was lively and bustling on a Friday night, with the jukebox rolling and even some people already dancing in the den area. But most of the people in here either looked like they were farmers off-duty, college kids letting off steam, or people on dates or in friend groups. I took a deep breath, following Rowen across the big room toward the alcoves lined with old built-in bookshelves.
“Fucking great outfit,” a woman said on the way, grinning up at me.
“Thank you.”
“Oh my God, amazing,” another girl said a few moments later, and then more of her group of friends turned to look at me with smiles.
And then, along the short walk through the bar, I was only met with more smiles and encouragement. One guy gave me a high-five, and another person asked where I got my overalls.
“See?” Rowen said when we reached the other end of the place. “You’re already like a minor celebrity here tonight.”
“Hey, Rowen,” someone called out to him from near one of the pool tables. I recognized her from the night I’d met Rowen—a brunette woman with her hair in a high ponytail.
“Julia,” he said, leaning in to give her a quick hug. “This is my boyfriend, Shane.”
Julia’s eyes went wide as she looked at me. “Oh! Wow,” she said. “Rowen, you didn’t tell me you were dating anyone here in Tennessee. Cool outfit, Shane.”
“I thought we were going to a holiday party,” I explained.
“Nah, this is just how he dresses every day,” Rowen said with a wicked grin.
Julia held up her hands. “Hey, no shame in that game, even if it were true. Come on over, I’ll introduce you to the rest of the gang.”
Four other people from their small local theater group were there. Rowen hadn’t even met one of the guys yet, and we sat down around a long table and shared a pitcher of beer, getting to know each other.
Every few minutes, Rowen leaned over and did some small thing that made us seem like boyfriends. He’d gently rub my back. Lean against me. Press a tiny kiss onto my temple. And with every little touch, I started to sink further into feeling like this was something real.