Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Let me ask it this way. Am I the first gay man you’ve sat at a table with and shared coffee?”
Tate didn’t need to answer. The flattening of this expression and how he averted his gaze told Liam all he needed to know. This man needed a tribe. He needed others who understood him and supported the real Tate.
Lucky for him, Liam also needed friends. “Well, Tate, I am proud to be your first queer friend.”
“We friends?”
“We are,” he said with a nod as he ripped another chunk off his muffin and popped it into his mouth. “Mmm, as your new friend, I insist you try this. It’s heavenly.” He pulled a piece off for Tate and held it up. In his mind, Tate opened his mouth and allowed Liam to place it on his tongue. He even closed his lips too fast, capturing Liam’s finger and teasing it with his tongue.
God, that would be hot.
In the real world, Tate reached out and plucked the bite from his fingers before tossing it in his mouth. “You’re right,” he said after he chewed and swallowed. “That’s a damn good muffin.”
Liam beamed. “Told you.”
The conversation flowed after that. They chatted without missing a beat. Tate filled him in on the main things he needed to know about Swan—places to check out, restaurants to hit, and ones to avoid. Unfortunately, there seemed to be more of the latter, but he hadn’t expected to be moving to a culinary mecca. Liam avoided further questions about Tate’s family, which served him well. They didn’t hit an awkward moment.
Tate relaxed with each passing minute. His shoulders loosened, he talked more, and he didn’t spare a glance for anyone else in the room. He also smiled, which transformed his looks from handsome to breathtaking.
Liam couldn’t stop smiling either. He hadn’t realized how much he needed to hang out with someone his own age. For a social creature like himself, moving to a town where he didn’t know a single person had been a challenge.
And now he had a friend.
A very hot friend who knew his way around a cock.
“You know,” Liam said when they finally hit a lull in the conversation. “I’m pretty sure you forgot a spot when taking measurements at my studio the other day.”
Tate had just polished off his bagel. He brushed his hands together with a frown. “Really?”
“Yep,” he replied, popping the p at the end of the word.
“Huh, I don’t think so, Luxe. I was pretty thorough.”
Yes, thorough is exactly what I’m looking for.
“No, there’s one spot I’m pretty sure I forgot to show you.” He shrugged and let his desire show on his face. “Maybe you should come to the studio with me so I can show you. Up close and personal.”
Tate froze. His nostrils flared. For some reason, Liam found that extremely sexy. It made Tate seem like an animal scenting Liam’s arousal.
He shivered under Tate’s dark, heated gaze. “I have to be at a job in an hour and forty-five minutes.”
God, the man had a stellar sex voice. Deep, smokey, raspy. The perfect octave to whisper filthy promises in Liam’s ear.
He tilted his head. “It’ll be tight, but I have no doubt we can finish before you have to be at work.” It wasn’t a flex, but he wouldn’t take long to come once Tate got his hands on him. Not with how many times he’d relived the hand job in the club.
Realization sparked in Tate’s eyes. His expression went from pleasant to hungry in the blink of an eye. Liam nearly fanned himself. The man could set the place on fire with one look.
“I’m sure it will be tight.” Tate winked. “I’m counting on it, actually.”
Liam’s jaw dropped, and he blinked at the alien sitting across from him. Then shot his most playful look Tate’s way. “Why, Tate I-Don’t-Know-Your-Last-Name, did you just flirt with little old me?”
He arched an eyebrow. “It’s Sutton, and you know damn well I’m flirting with you.”
“Well, then, in that case…” Liam stood. Excitement zinged through him. Too bad they had an hour's drive before he could get some relief. Jetting into the coffee shop’s bathroom for a quickie probably wouldn’t work out as well as it had in the club. “I’ll meet you back at my studio.” He gathered his trash and walked to Tate’s side of the table. “Don’t forget your measuring tape. There’s something I measured by seeing how far down my throat it could reach, but I wanted a more precise measurement,” he whispered in Tate’s ear. “I’m guessing it was around eleven inches.”
Tate’s bark of laughter as he stood and strode to the exit had Liam chuckling under his breath.
It’d be a miracle if he wasn’t pulled over for speeding on the way back.
CHAPTER SIX
ELEVEN INCHES.
That little fucking shit.
Tate mashed the gas pedal against the floor the entire drive from Tulsa to Swan. His cock was hard and trapped the entire ride. He’d tried pressing the heel of his hand to his crotch to find some relief, but all it did was make him growl with need.