Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Because I’m an asshole?”
“Mpfh. Try again.”
I looked down at my hands. “You… you’re a tough nut to crack. Your family is like a tangle of live wires, loud and sparking all the time. But you… you’re so quiet and calm. I can’t ever figure you out because you just don’t say much.”
Nine’s eyes widened. “I feel like I haven’t stopped talking since I got here.”
I laughed. “That’s true. I don’t know why, but I’ll take it. Maybe now that you’re away from everyone, there’s more room for you to speak.”
“You didn’t really answer my question.”
I blew out a breath which got Nacho’s attention. He moved over to rest his chin on my knee so I gave him some head scratches.
“I was trying to get a rise out of you so I could figure you out. I wanted you to say something, anything. You were so fucking stoic. Still are. And I can’t stand not knowing what you’re thinking.”
He stared at me so I looked away again, studying Nacho like the answers to the universe were shaved into his coat.
“I’m thinking I liked kissing you.”
The softly spoken words sifted through the night air and wrapped around me. Suddenly my throat felt raw and my dick felt very, very interested.
“Really?” I asked, mostly to buy some time.
He nodded. “I kind of want to do it again to see if… if that was just…”
I lurched at him and grasped his face before he could change his mind. I wanted my lips on his. I wanted to feel the thick beard between my fingers and discover how his tongue felt on mine.
Nine grunted when I landed against him, but then his arms came around me and tightened. Before I realized what was happening, I was straddling his thick thighs and kissing his face off.
And it was amazing. Kissing Isaac Winshed made me want to write a letter of apology to my old neighbor explaining that I finally understood why he’d put himself through the torture. Kissing a straight guy was like… eating a molten chocolate brownie sundae after a month of health food. Indulgent, delicious, but a little bit guilt-inducing.
Nine’s big hand was in my hair, and the other was on my lower back, holding me tightly against him enough for me to feel the hard dick in the front of his pajama pants. I moaned into his mouth as I surged my hips against it seeking friction for my own out-of-control hard-on.
“Wait,” he said against my lips. “Coop, wait.”
I pulled back and looked at him in a daze. My lips tingled and I could still feel the ghost of his beard hair against my cheeks. “Huh?”
He grinned and leaned in to peck me on the cheek. “You’re kind of cute when you’ve just been kissed.”
“Huh?”
“I just… I don’t want to go too far, okay? I feel like I could really screw things up for us, and…”
Enough fresh air made its way to my brain to snap me out of the lust haze. He was right. I couldn’t let us fuck up this project. My family was counting on us. If we tried something physical and failed spectacularly, it would be hard to hide the tension from the camera. Plus we’d still be stuck with each other for months. And hadn’t I just promised to keep away from the questioning man? Jesus.
“Yeah.” I moved off his lap and wiggled my hips to get my dick to stand down. “Of course. You’re right. Smart.”
He snorted. “Hardly.”
I glanced back over at him. “No, really. I mean it.”
“Yeah, okay. Hey, you want to take first dibs on the bathroom while I walk Nacho around a little bit?”
I nodded and made my way back to the RV with my brain spinning. I’d just kissed Isaac Winshed. Isaac Winshed had just gotten a hard-on for me.
I pressed my fingers to my lips as I took the steps up into the RV. What would Eli think? Would he be more upset about Nine kissing a man or about Nine kissing me?
Thankfully, I had enough privacy for a minute to do something about my aching balls. The minute I closed myself into the tiny bathroom, I spit into my hand and went at it. I thought about how wide and strong his shoulders had been under my hands, how rounded his pecs were… I wondered what his dick looked like and what he would have done if I’d fished it out of his pajama pants right there in the clearing.
“Fuck.” The orgasm zipped through me hard and fast, sucking away my breath and knocking my head back into the wall. “Fuck, fuck.”
Even though coming now would help me control myself when we got into bed together, there was no telling what would happen if I woke up next to him in the middle of the night and knew he might not be so resistant to my advances.