Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
And Shane? He’d get to fuck pretty young Rosen right under his father’s roof.
“Yeah?”
Ros stared up at the ceiling with a deep sigh. “No, sorry, Shane, it’s a pipe dream. Too risky.”
He was right. He was absolutely right in worrying they might end up being discovered, but the other unspoken truth was that Ed Beck would question why his son chose the company of a lowlife like Shane. Ros might not realize that his lover and father shared a dirty secret from the past, but as much as he enjoyed his time with Shane, he’d be embarrassed to introduce him to his parents. Of course.
“Hm.”
Ros groaned and pulled Shane to his small bed. “I know. It sucks. But I’m sure you’ll have a good time with Jag,” he teased. “Maybe he’ll even wear a suit?”
“I’d rather have a good time with you. Even if Jag was also there,” Shane tried again, squeezing his hand on Rosen’s as annoyance fizzled inside his skull. He’d come here so certain of success that he hadn’t planned how he’d deal with rejection. What the hell had he been thinking? So they fucked and had a good time together. It didn’t mean that Rosen would ditch his lavish lifestyle for him, even for a couple of days. He cared about his daddy’s money and approval far more than he did for everything Shane was willing to offer him.
“Maybe I’ll manage to come back a day early and visit you then, hm?” Ros kissed him as if he hoped that could make Shane forget that he wasn’t wanted. All the negativity bubbled up in Shane like tar as they settled on the bed together.
The bitterness that had sat in Shane’s heart for so many years was now spreading through him, and it must have affected even his sight, because the handsome face in front of him seemed to hold a mean smile, with mocking words waiting at the tip of Ros’s tongue.
“Maybe,” he muttered.
He kept thinking of Ros as a pup but maybe he was the old dog, kicked too many times, yet still licking at every scrap of affection to the point of forgetting why he’d chosen not to trick Rosen into making that sex tape. He wanted to give their relationship a chance but resented himself for being so needy.
“Don’t be upset,” Ros said and, as if knowing exactly how to appease Shane, straddled his lap. He even pulled all his lovely hair out of the bun, because he damn well knew how much Shane liked to play with it. “I didn’t know it meant so much to you. No matter what, I’ll make sure we can spend Christmas together, okay?”
Yeah. Until Daddy comes up with a cool trip to Aspen, or Hawaii, or some other fancy place like that.
Shane wasn’t disappointed. He’d been through too much to hope for things he couldn’t get. That choking feeling in his throat? It was anger.
“Fine. I get it. It’s not gonna be as nice at Frank’s.”
Ros rolled his eyes but still slid his hand up and down Shane’s back. “You think I really want to pose for his stupid photos and pretend we’re an upstanding family? I’ll be back in no time, my Hades,” he teased and nipped on Shane’s ear.
A callback to the conversation about Persephone. Did it turn Ros on that a guy like Shane, with no prospects for the future, from the underbelly of this town, wanted him so much? Was this what the comparison was about?
“Then you need to give me something to remember you by.”
“I can think of something,” Ros whispered, kissing down Shane’s neck and rocking on top of him already. The boy was so insatiable it would have been so easy to talk him into making an illicit recording. It didn’t need to be released to the whole world. Maybe it would be enough if Ed Beck saw his only son in a compromising position?
“Hm? Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he teased and pulled out his cell phone.
Ros glanced to the phone, still stroking Shane’s shoulders. “I’m thinking I’ll leave you a nice load of cream. What are you thinking? You wanna look up some new position?”
His eyes were so blue, his mouth—so very smooth in comparison to the stubble around it. Shane almost forgot his purpose again, but he leaned back when Ros tried to kiss him and showed him the phone. “Maybe you could suck some cream out of me while I film a little souvenir for our time apart?”
Ros’s cheeks flushed so fast it was as if someone spilled raspberry juice all over them. “Oh. I… It sounds hot, but these things have a way of finding themselves in the wrong hands, Shane. Didn’t you tell me just last week that you didn’t know what The Cloud was?”