Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
I lost myself in the kiss, but then cold reality began to settle over me. I dragged my mouth from Matias’s and turned my head so he couldn't continue the kiss. I didn't need to see him to feel his disappointment. I told myself I didn't care.
"Dry yourself off and meet me in your room. We need to talk," he said, his voice dripping with anger as he stalked away.
"Matias," I called.
He turned to look at me over his shoulder.
"We'll talk when I'm ready."
Other than a tick in his jaw, Matias didn't react. I was reminded of the first days of our relationship. I'd gotten better at reading him since then, but it wouldn't have taken a rocket scientist to know he was pissed.
I expected him to just walk out, but he caught me off guard when he slowly reached his hand up and wiped at something at the corner of his mouth. I held my breath when I realized what it was. His eyes stayed on mine as he sucked his finger into his mouth, licking off the tiny drop of semen he'd missed earlier. My body tried to react to the seductive move, but Matias had wrung me dry.
Literally.
Just like that, he turned and left the room, quietly closing the bathroom door behind him.
I had no clue if the man would be there or not when I got out of the bathroom. In my mind, I was the injured party and so what I said should automatically go, but at the same time, there was another part of me that needed him to be there. I had no clue why. I had to believe I was going crazy. Maybe I was. But I was also sick with fear and confused as hell.
So when I opened the door and saw Matias standing at the window like he had the night we'd mutually agreed to be fuck buddies or whatever the hell it was we'd ended up being, I was both glad and pissed. My body was still feeling the aftereffects of the orgasm, so I supposed that tempered my immediate response. I went to my dresser and looked through it for a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I didn't bother trying to hide from him as I got dressed. The man had just had my dick down his throat, so modesty was pretty much moot at that point.
"I'm not doing this here," I muttered and then I left the room. If I was anywhere near the bed when I got into what would likely prove to be an epic fight with Matias, chances were I'd end up beneath him on said bed and be more than a little happy about it. I went to the kitchen and began making myself a cup of tea. I found myself starting up the coffee pot before I could even consider what I was doing. I wrote it off to my need to be polite rather than any softness I was feeling toward Matias. I got a mug down for him and put it in front of the coffee pot but left it at that.
I sensed him long before he came into view. I kept my attention on preparing my cup of tea as Matias stood in front of the coffee pot and waited for a cup to brew. If it hadn't been such an awkward moment, it would've been sweetly domestic.
His coffee was done before my tea. Thankfully, Matias went to sit down at the kitchen table, giving me a couple of minutes to get control of myself. I chose the seat on the opposite side of the table, putting as much distance between us as I could.
"His name is Bishop. Clinton ‘The Bishop’ Tennant. We called him Bishop because he had a way of getting people to talk to him. To open up to him. On the surface, he seemed like one of those guys you just couldn't help but like."
"Did you?" I asked. "Like him?"
"I didn't not like him," Matias said. I wasn't really sure what that meant but decided I didn't really need to know. Maybe if he'd still meant something to me, I would've had a different perspective.
Who are you kidding, Sam? If he doesn't mean something to you, then why do you want to just crawl into a hole and disappear?
I ignored my inner voice and focused on Matias as he toyed with his coffee mug. He was twisting the mug round and round between his big hands. His eyes, for once, weren't on me. I wondered what that meant.
"He was like one of those cats. You know, the kind that know which people aren’t cat people?"
"Yeah, those are the people they want to be around the most," I said.
Matias nodded. "Bishop was like that. It didn't hurt that he was gay."