Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
If I’d tried telling this story at a cocktail party back in the city, no one would believe me.
The bathroom door opened a crack. “Are you laughing at me? Because that’s rude as hell.”
His annoyed tone only made me laugh harder. “You have to admit this situation is funny,” I called through the door. The water pressure was stellar, and I wasn’t quite ready to end the shower, even though I was excited to spar with him face-to-face.
“That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one standing smack in the center of a category-five whirlwind of town gossip.”
I was pretty sure I was. But because I hated hearing him upset and wanted him distracted, I told a little white lie. “Can you please open the door? I can’t hear you.”
“Never mind.”
I raised my voice as if I was on a busy aircraft carrier. “Sorry, what was that?”
The door lurched open, and my angry cowboy scowled at me. “I said never…” His eyes roamed over my body like a very diligent inspector as he stopped to swallow. “Mind.”
Even when angry, the man was irresistible. Hell, he was probably more irresistible because he was angry.
Way was also dressed only in a filthy white tank soaked in sweat over low-slung jeans. Damp tendrils of hair stuck to his face, and a sweaty indent from his hat band marred his thick blond hair.
“You’re dirty,” I said, voice lower than I’d intended.
He blinked. “Stop pretending you can read my mind. You have no idea what I was thinking!”
I pointed at him, biting back another laugh. “I didn’t mean your thoughts, cowboy. I meant your clothes. Your face. Your… everything.”
“Oh.” His face turned red.
Realization dawned. “Why, Mayor Fletcher, were you thinking dirty thoughts? You naughty boy.”
He lifted his chin, deliberately snapping his eyes up from where they’d settled uncomfortably on my very interested cock. “You wish.”
I did wish. But more than anything, I wished to touch his stubborn-ass chin, to hold it firmly while I taught his sensual mouth a lesson.
“Get naked,” I said, lowering my voice.
Way’s eyes stayed locked on mine. “You seem like the kind of guy who’s used to getting his way.”
I nodded slowly. “I am.”
He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against the doorjamb. “I don’t take well to being bossed around.”
For some reason, I felt this to be true. But I also felt deep down to my bones he’d take well to being bossed around by me… at least when it came to this.
I reached down to stroke my cock as slowly as I could. “Take off your clothes, cowboy.”
Way’s eyes flicked down to my hand and back up. There was no mistaking the quicker rise and fall of his chest, but otherwise, he didn’t move. “And if I do what you say… what do I get?”
I barked out a laugh. “Happy?”
He couldn’t hold back a grin. “What else?”
I continued stroking. It felt good, but not nearly as good as rubbing off against Way’s wet body would. “What exactly are you fishing for here, Waylon?”
Whatever it was, I was probably turned on enough to do it.
Way swallowed again. “I want you to tell me about yourself.”
That wasn’t what I’d been expecting. “What do you mean?”
He unfolded his arms and shrugged. “We need to fool people into believing this is real. I want us to get to know each other so we don’t look like idiots the first time someone asks one of us something the other should know.”
I crooked my finger at him. “Great. Let’s start with the noises you make when you come.”
Way froze, making me wonder if I’d gone too far too soon. Then, his jaw firmed. “You’re awfully sure of yourself.”
“Are you suggesting I can’t make you come? Would you like to place a bet on it, sweetheart?”
His hands returned to the hem of his shirt, lifting up the sweaty, dirty tank like my very own Magic Mike exhibition. My concern quickly became more about stopping myself from coming too soon than my ability to make him come at all.
“You seem to like the show,” Way said, dropping the tank and leaning over to reach for his socks. His eyes landed on my cock.
I needed a distraction. Something nonsexual. “What made you think you had to bargain for that?”
He eyed me sideways. “You don’t seem like the kind of guy itching to share personal information, no offense.”
“None taken. And you’re right.”
The cut muscles of his chest and arms caught in the light. My eyes were riveted.
“Why is that?” Way asked.
The silver rectangular buckle fell heavily away as he reached for the button on his jeans. I had a hard time concentrating on his question.
“Uh… because I don’t trust easily?” I sucked in a breath. I hadn’t exactly meant to say that. “More like… people shouldn’t trust easily.”