Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Maybe he’d finally grabbed a cab home.
For the better.
Thank God.
“You did great tonight,” I told Jax, who had just finished counting bills in the registers. “You’re a real-deal bartender now.”
He smiled. “I knew one of those guys in the bachelor party. He told me I looked like a pro. First time I’ve ever been good at anything that didn’t involve throwing a ball.”
I reached out to give Jax a fist bump. “You’re killin’ it.”
“All thanks to you, boss.”
I headed out a few minutes later, stopping to take a long breath and pause as I walked out into the evening air. I was beyond exhausted. I had moved through exhausted into some low level of delirium, in a dreamlike state even though I was totally sober.
Being a workaholic often paid off, but damn, I was starting to crave even a single day off. I needed space to breathe. Even last night, when my friend Peter had visited, it had felt like a marathon. It hadn’t been anything close to a hookup. In fact, I’d spent most of the night helping Peter through a tearful story about his recent breakup.
Fuckin’ breakups. Why the hell were people so into relationships, anyway?
As I approached my car in the lot, I saw somebody leaning against the side of it.
Somebody particularly sexy, disheveled, and stupidly hot in his snug jeans.
Shawn turned to see me in the dim light of the parking lot, his eyes big and innocent.
The image of him on the floor in front of me flashed through my mind, over and over again.
So hot.
So fucking hot. All because he wanted me, badly enough to do it.
“Rush,” he said.
“Surprised you’re not on your knees out here,” I said softly. It was like every nerve in my body became charged the moment I was near him again.
He shook his head a little. “I don’t know why I did that. Blame the tequila—”
I closed the distance between us and used my body to push him back up against the side of my car. I leaned in and crushed my lips onto his, completely on autopilot, like I was barely even in control of what I was doing.
I had to feel his lips against mine. He opened his mouth to me immediately, letting his tongue slide out against mine in a rush of heat that made my cock harden.
“You taste like passion fruit,” I said against his lips, going in again and sucking gently on his lower lip.
“I think that’s your fault,” he whispered before I kissed him again.
I felt like I needed so much more. I dragged my lips along the skin below his ear, nibbling at his earlobe and making him shudder.
“And I liked seeing you beg for me,” I murmured near his ear. “I think you’re well aware of that.”
He exhaled. “Then how much do I have to beg before I can have you inside me?”
I groaned, leaning forward just a little more and pressing the front of my body up against his. My cock was pushed up against his thigh and I knew he could feel it—and I knew he would fucking love it, too.
“Get in the car.”
By the time we walked through my front door, I didn’t feel half-dreamy anymore—I had fully descended into my lack-of-sleep delirium state. I had lost most of my willpower.
The moment the door closed behind us, Shawn pressed me up against the back of it, leaning in for another kiss that got my cock going all over again.
“How many times do I have to tell you,” I breathed, pausing as he kissed me again, “that we’re not going to fuck?”
“If I actually believed you didn’t want to, I’d stop in a heartbeat,” Shawn said, leaning down to kiss my collarbone.
“That’s the problem,” I told him. “You know I want to.”
He hummed, a glorious, tantalizing sound. He reached down to my bulge and ran his palm along it, making things a whole lot less easy for me.
I wanted to fuck him more than I’d ever wanted to fuck anybody, as far as I could remember. It was ten times worse because I knew I wasn’t supposed to let myself, which had short-circuited my brain into wanting him like a forbidden fruit.
He kept stroking his warm palm against my hard cock through my jeans, and I let myself rut up against him, just for a little while.
Until I felt his fingers move up a little, and I felt him undo the button on my jeans. And then slide down the zipper, slowly, like the motherfucker was trying to get away with something.
Like I was going to let him get away with something.
And I couldn’t take it anymore.
I grabbed him by the shoulders and flipped him around so that I was pressing him against the door instead.
“I. Am not. Going to fuck you,” I said, getting in close to his face. I pinned one hand to the door beside him, leaning over him with my palm flat on the cold wood. I reached down to shove my jeans and underwear down with the other hand, watching his stupidly pretty, widened eyes as I grabbed my cock in my fist. “But you touch me like that and you bet your ass I’m going to have to come.”