Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Thanks, but you should know—”
“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked. “I’ve been told I have a sexy mouth too and right now, I really want it on you.”
There was a second where I wanted to commend him on his line. It was sort of hot and I could imagine myself saying it to a woman I met, but yeah, remember when I said I’d fucked up? I got back to that real quick.
Had I been flirting with him? Did I give him the wrong idea? How the fuck did I get out of this without being an asshole?
“I’m not…I didn’t…”
“It’s okay. I just want to suck you. I’m not asking for anything else.”
Now, I’m not going to lie…my dick did perk up a little because it was head. What guy doesn’t love getting blown?
I sat there, mouth open, not sure what to say. Someone needed to write that shit down because it wasn’t often I was struck speechless.
“I’m not…” I said again but for the second time, the rest of the words didn’t come out. I mean, it wasn’t as if I’d never—
“Ethan? Holy shit, is that you?” the guy sitting on the other side of me, who I had my back to, asked.
I looked at him, fucking positive I didn’t know who he was. He knew my name though, so I was thinking I should.
“It’s been a long time, baby.” He winked at me.
“Hey,” I replied because what else could I say? I’m not your baby? But again, I apparently knew this guy.
“Damn, it’s good to see you.” He leaned in then and pressed a kiss to my cheek. He smelled like cologne and alcohol and his lips were surprisingly soft.
Either I was more fucked up than I thought, or I was in the twilight zone.
I looked at Carl…then back at the guy with the cocky grin and light-brown hair. That’s when the lightbulb went off, and I felt fucking ridiculous for not seeing it earlier. He was saving me, the cocky motherfucker. He knew I was in over my head, which was a first. I didn’t like to be on the getting saved end of things.
“Oh, hey. I’m Sean, a friend of Ethan’s.” He held out his hand to Carl, who didn’t look real stoked by the introduction.
“Carl,” he replied.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” Sean said, fingering my hair.
He was enjoying this. Don’t ask me how I knew, but I did. He was saving my ass and he was enjoying it. Little sadist. People didn’t save me. I didn’t need that shit.
“Well…I’ll let the two of you catch up,” Carl said before he got up and walked away.
I eyed Sean, impressed but not willing to let him know it. “How do you know my name?”
“Heard you say it when you sat down. Thought you were going to swallow your fucking tongue when he hit on you. In the closet? Or no fucking clue what was happening until it was too late?” he asked.
It wasn’t often someone spoke to me like that, and I wasn’t totally sure how to reply—which yeah, I didn’t like. “I’m straight. I’m here with friends.” There wasn’t a chance in hell I was telling him I hadn’t a clue what was going on until it was too late. If I didn’t admit it, it wouldn’t be true.
“Okay, Mr. Straight Man. Be careful not to lead on any more boys, okay? I won’t be here to save you next time.”
He winked at me, stood, and walked away.
What the fuck just happened here?
Sean, or whoever the hell he was, had gotten the best of me, and I didn’t like it.
2
Sean
“What a hottie,” Lee said as I approached him.
My best friend and coworker stood alongside the wall, beside a bar-height table, sipping from his vodka Sprite as he eyed me through his thick-rimmed glasses. In jeans and a black polo, he wasn’t nearly as dressed up as we usually were for work. As he pulled his cocktail from his mouth, his lips curled into a smirk. I’d slipped away from him once we got off the dance floor and I overheard Ethan and Carl chatting.
“Yeah. He’s not so bad,” I said.
“I know you didn’t march all the way over there because you thought he was ‘not so bad.’ ”
“Come on, the guy was in way over his head with that kid who was barking up the wrong tree.”
“Wrong tree?”
“Yeah. Your little man-beefcake is straight as can be. I figured as much…that or super confused or just totally not interested in what the guy was offering. But I’m leaning toward straight. I don’t get any crazy I-need-to-suck-dick vibes off him—”
“Well, you do have the best gaydar in West Hollywood, which says a lot, considering the competition.”
“Why, thank you. What an honor to have it recognized by someone whose gaydar is pretty fucking amazing,” I said before bowing my head forward and making an elaborate gesture with my hand to accept his playful praise.