Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 161257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 806(@200wpm)___ 645(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 806(@200wpm)___ 645(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Sean sighed and turned to follow. “I’ll keep him out of trouble.”
Scott watched them leave, then turned to Kai. “Alright man, what happened?”
Kai shrugged. “Nothing really.”
Scott eyed him. “Elaborate.”
“Seriously,” Kai chuckled. “There’s not much to say. Shit ended before it even got started.”
Breck watched him intently, but didn’t say a word.
Tad, on the other hand, threw out a guess. “Sean backed out. Changed his mind.”
Kai smirked and shook his head.
Scott cursed. “It was Max.”
“Max?” Tad frowned.
Scott exhaled. “Yeah… Max pulled the plug.”
All eyes returned to Kai.
He nodded in confirmation.
“Damn,” Tad mused. “He’d’ve been my last guess.”
Kai shrugged again. “He’s not as tough as he seems.”
“Not lately, anyway,” Scott muttered. He looked Kai. “Want a beer?”
“I would, actually. Thanks.” Kai glanced at Breck and smiled. Breck, however, just glowered and looked away.
Was he pissed? He looked pissed.
Scott eyed him curiously. “How ‘bout you, Breck? You ready for another?”
Breck scratched his cheek. “Um… nah. After this one, I gotta bounce.”
“I could go for another.” Tad joined Scott’s at the fridge. With their backs to the others, he discreetly squeezed Scott’s thigh, then shot him a grin. “I’ll do the lemons.”
“Till the juice runs down my leg?” Scott murmured, eyes glittering.
Tad fought back a laugh. Dropped his voice. “I’d prefer the juice run down my fucking throat.”
Scott grinned and grabbed three longnecks. “That can definitely be arranged.”
“I’m banking on it.” Tad snagged a lemon. “But how soon?”
Fuuuck. Shy boy was hungry. Hungry for Scott’s dick. Said dick quickly rose to semi-boner status. Scott glanced over his shoulder, then turned back. “Less than ten.”
“Shit. For real? Damn, you just gave me wood.”
“In ten minutes I’ll be giving you a totem.”
Tad nearly dropped his lemon.
Scott snickered and opened the bottles.
Unfortunately, ten minutes later Breck was still nursing his beer, and Kai was only halfway through his second.
Goddamn. Hadn’t Tad said once that Breck was a speed-demon drinker? That he always kicked Jay’s ass whenever they raced? Scott eyed the guy and frowned, then followed Breck’s gaze over to Kai. Kai, who was answering Tad’s question about his dojo while Breck stared him down through hooded lashes.
Was he still pissed? Was he ever pissed? Breck’s mixed signals were kind of fascinating. Not fascinating enough, though, to distract Scott’s dick. It wanted inside Tad’s warm body now.
Clearing his throat, Scott covertly kicked Tad’s foot, then made a big show of finishing his beer. Tad caught on immediately—was probably thinking the same thing—and happily followed Scott’s lead.
Scott smiled. “Want another?”
Tad shook his head. “Can’t. Gotta head home in a bit. Still have to—Oh, shit. I still need to grab that video. The one we made for your blog? The one you said I could borrow? My communications professor said he’d give me extra credit.”
“Oh, right. Yeah, sure.” Scott nodded. But then he froze. “Fuck. I still have a little more to edit. I can do it pretty quick, though. Even faster if you help.”
“Like tonight? You could get it done before I head home?”
“If we start on it now.”
In perfect unison, they looked at Breck and Kai.
“Would you mind,” Tad asked, “if we peaced-out early?”
“You wouldn’t have to leave, though,” Scott smoothly tacked on. “Stay as long as you want. Finish your beers.”
Breck paled a little. Scott was sure of it. And he definitely tensed up.
“Uh, yeah, go for it. I should probably get going, anyway.”
Kai lifted a brow. “And leave me to drink alone?”
Breck looked at him and frowned, then tentatively eyed Kai’s bottle. “How much more you got to drink?” he muttered.
“Not much.” Kai grinned. “I’ll be quick.”
“Yeah. Try again. You’re only quick on the mats.”
“True. Outside the dojo, I do like to take my time. Savor every moment. Relish every detail.” His voice dipped lower. His dark eyes glinted. “Find new things that please me, and please them back.”
Breck stared at him, then scowled. “Okay, Dalai Lama. How ‘bout you just drink your fucking beer.”
Scott barked out a laugh. “Yeah, Kai. Get on that.” He grabbed Tad’s hand. “And while you’re at it, we’ll be downstairs working on that video.”
Kai inclined his head and lifted his beer.
Breck gave a tiny nod. “Catch you later.”
And just like that, Tad and Scott were in the stairwell, getting down and dirty on the steps. Kind of sad how they’d only made it halfway down before all ability to restrain themselves up and vanished.
But shit, Scott couldn’t help it. He’d been waiting too long. And when Tad’s arms slid around him from behind and locked tight, he no longer friggin’ cared where they were. Could’ve been out front in the middle of the street. Could’ve been on stage at Madison Square Garden.
And then, immediately after, when Tad growled against his ear? Then latched his lips on Scott’s neck and started sucking? Scott’s mind just stopped working. Just stopped thinking period. Like his need for Tad EMP’d his whole damn brain.