Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“That is not what I said—” he started to protest.
“Sorry, sorry,” I said, holding my hands up. “I confuse you. Got it. Beer and food, let’s go—”
“I mean, you have a great cock, but I think it was just interesting to watch another guy get off, or something,” he said, suddenly flustered. “Curiosity, right? It’s not a big deal. Plenty of straight guys look at nice dicks every day in porn.”
My attention perked up immediately. The rest of the group had just disappeared inside the bar, and now it was just me and Nathan standing on the front porch. I paused for a moment, trying to think of how to respond to him. A million awful options floated through my head.
I mean, if you liked looking at my dick, wait ‘til you feel it in your mouth.
The only thing I’m “confused” about is when you’re going to watch me get off again.
Not sure if you’re into dudes? Come fuck me and find out.
The silence bloomed between us until I was so pent up that my groin ached, and I swore Nathan might explode right there in front of me.
“Uh, that’s true,” I said finally, proud of myself for not blurting out every thought in my filthy mind. “Plenty of straight guys look at cocks all the time. You’re right, Nathan.”
But how many of them stand over me while I come, practically close enough to catch it on their tongue?
He bit his lower lip, then let it go. “It was hot. Obviously. I just—”
I held up a hand. “I get it. It was hot, but confusing. Right?”
“God, yes.”
I gave him a nod. “I won’t bug you anymore.”
Something flashed in his eyes. “You can bug me,” he said, so earnestly it was almost cute. “Please. Bug me all you want. Fuck with me. It’s the most fun I’ve had in years, okay?”
Some strange affection bubbled up in me at that moment. Nathan was being completely real with me, even though he barely knew me. Hell, he’d been that way since the first moment I met him. Unafraid. Starstruck, a little, but not at all in the way other people were.
Nathan treated me like a person. No more, no less. And something about that felt really fucking good, even after I’d been a little addicted to fame for the past year.
“You got it,” I told him. “I’m glad I’m bringing some fun to your world. You deserve it.”
Nathan nodded once, and I swore it was as if he shifted right back into business mode, giving me a polite smile. “Thank you, Kace. Well, I’m glad you understand. Come on inside, the first round’s on me.”
He turned around, swinging open the front doors to the brewery and heading in.
5
NATHAN
I was fucked from the moment he’d walked into the offices.
I thought it would have gone away. I thought that after a few days of not seeing him, my colossal, out-of-left-field attraction to Kace would have dissipated, some fleeting thing that would go away.
It wasn’t gone. It was about ten times worse. He’d come into the office sucking on that damn popsicle and all-around just being himself, which was apparently kryptonite for me, in my midlife-crisis hotbed of sexual curiosity. When he teased me before coming into the brewery, I’d almost considered rushing into a bathroom stall just to jerk myself off and get rid of the aching erection he’d given me.
But I’d kept my cool. Relatively.
Now it was an hour later, and Kace was in full Kace Tomlin mode. Which was completely unfair, considering that his only “mode” was just being himself, whereas my “modes” were some random assortment of dad things, business things, or apparently, filth.
Kace had already made Jade Brewery like a second home. I didn’t know if all famous people had the same effect on people, or if Kace was just somehow blessed with a charm that the rest of us mortals could only dream about, but somewhere between my first and second beer of the night, the whole brewery had become best friends with Kace. He’d also invited his TV crew in, and everyone had jumped at the chance to sign the release forms and potentially appear on TV, one day.
In fact, the only thing Kace wasn’t paying attention to was… me.
He hadn’t even looked my way since we’d gotten into the bar. I couldn’t tell if he was being flirty with me outside the brewery before we’d gone in, but I’d wondered if he was going to keep doing it once we got inside. Maybe I’d even hoped that he’d keep doing it.
But now there was nothing. Zilch. Nada.
My eyes kept wandering over toward him, wondering when he’d look at me again. I was craving his attention again, no matter how stupid that made me feel.
“God, I remember being 22,” Shawn said to me, wistfully looking over at Kace, who was at the bar. “He’s like the Energizer Bunny.” Shawn and I were sitting at a booth across from the bar, getting started on our second tray of nachos for the night. Shawn blew a kiss to Rush, who was behind the bar as usual.