Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
That bothered me more than it should. I wasn’t sure I could tell him that, though. I was pretty embarrassed by it, and thought maybe I should go to the doctor and get my brain checked. Then I reminded myself that not five minutes ago, I wanted to savor this thing between us, had all these crazy musings about holding it into my lungs or whatever the fuck.
I shook my head, before falling onto my back and looking up at the clear, blue sky. The sun stung my eyes, so I turned my head a bit.
Brody lay down beside me, rubbed his hand over my dick, and said, “I don’t know about you, but I think this Mitchell and this O’Ralley get along pretty well. I mean, I had this big dick in my ass, so I think that’s even better than pretty well.”
I knew he expected me to chuckle or say something sexy. It was on the tip of my tongue, and I wished I could let it out, but I didn’t.
“Okay, I just joked about sex and didn’t get a response. I’m confused.”
That made two of us. I was being all mopey, and I didn’t do mopey. I blamed Brody. It was all his fault.
“So, you know those cheesy made-for-TV movies where the big-city guy goes to small-town America and he’s wooed by—well, a woman, because society is still homophobic as fuck, but I digress.”
“The ones I pretend to think are cheesy, but I really eat them up like candy and I have a feeling you do too? Yeah, I know the ones.”
“How the fuck did you know? But anyway, I love that one where they get trapped in the snowstorm and the hard-ass CEO just ravages the fuck out of the woman stuck with him for days on end. And they’re magically in love in a weekend and it all works out?”
“I don’t think I’ve seen that one, but why is the sex never hot enough?”
“No shit,” I replied.
“What does that have to do with running into Big Daddy, though?” Brody asked.
I paused for a moment, not sure if I could tell him, but fuck it. “Well, I never got it. I mean, I watched the hell out of them, but in the back of my mind, my logic was always telling me it wasn’t reality. Either that, or small towns sprinkle some shit in the air, and we city boys don’t have any immunity to it.” I stalled, breathed, pushed the hair off his forehead. “There’s something in the air here, and I’m not immune to it.”
Brody stilled, as if he got what I was saying.
“Don’t freak out. I’m not saying I’m in love with you or anything, but you got me feeling some kinda something, and then I saw Big Daddy, and…fuck, he hates me. I don’t think he ever won’t hate me, and the residents of Buckridge watch it like some reality-TV show. We can’t even be seen in public together, and it’s all fucking with my head.”
Brody was still watching me. My heart was thumping, and I closed my eyes.
“I can’t believe I just said that. What do you guys put in the air? I’m that guy—the movie guy. Can we forget I said that?”
“No…don’t think I can,” Brody replied, then damned if he didn’t get that smirk that said he was up to no good. “Are you sayin’ you wanna date me, city boy?”
“First, don’t enjoy this so much. I’ve never been the first to say…whatever I just said. Second, I don’t know what in the fuck I’m saying other than you’ve twisted my brain all up and those movies aren’t as far from reality as I always thought they were.”
“Well, I mean, it’s me, so I’m pretty hard to resist. Don’t know that I think it’s realistic. I’m just that hard to resist.”
Damned if I didn’t laugh. “You cocky motherfucker.” I rolled over, Brody going easily with me until I lay on top of him. Playfully, I nudged my face in this neck and bit him, sucking at his salty skin. The second time I bit him a little harder, and he pinched my side. “Ouch.”
“That’s what you get,” Brody replied, then leaned up and kissed me. We both sobered. He ran his fingers through my hair. It was longer than I’d ever let it get before. “I like you too. I don’t know…where we go from here. I gotta… You know how my family is, so I got some stuff to sort through, but I like you too.”
I let out a heavy breath, feeling more relief than I should.
“Never had a guy ask me to go steady before.”
I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t ask you to go steady. Stop being so full of yourself. And I don’t think people say that anymore.”