Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
“I’m staring at whatever the hell I want to,” Wood responded, not missing a beat, regardless that he’d unintentionally gotten caught.
“You want me to walk slowly so you can get a better look?” Trent muttered, then turned and went inside his bedroom.
I’ma freakin’ strangle you, Bishop. I swear to god. Trent came out a few minutes later in a blue-and-white checkered robe, tied loosely around his flat stomach, and his towel slung over his shoulder. From the table Wood could see that sarcastic grin on Trent’s face. His roommate made sure to flip him off and mouth a very readable “fuck you” before he closed himself in the bathroom.
“You wish, you little shit,” Wood mumbled under his breath. God what was he doing? He popped a couple more Tamales in his mouth, then went back to his sketching of a vine of roses entangled around a heart. After he added some more shading to a razor-sharp thorn, he dropped his pencil and reclined in the chair. It was just after seven and he was getting hungry, his meager lunch of tuna on wheat out of the vending machine at work long gone. He wasn’t sure what he was and wasn’t allowed to eat, so ordering in was probably best until he could do his own grocery shopping.
He picked up his cheap cell phone and pulled up the grocery store nearest him. He hadn’t had to shop for his own food in forever, and he was curious what the prices were looking like now. Wood sat up straighter as he scrolled through the weekly ad at Kroger. He couldn’t believe how much a rib eye was per pound, or the cost of a bag of wings. Jesus. Wood tore a piece of paper from his notebook and began to make a list of necessities. His desire for steak and crab legs would have to wait if he wanted to be able to pay his cell phone bill next week. Instead he opted for easy pasta fixings, boneless chicken breast, and more deli meats for sandwiches.
“What the hell are you looking at so hard?” Trent asked when he came into the kitchen.
“None of your business,” Wood said, not bothering to glance in Trent’s direction, which only seemed to annoy him more as he bumped the table rudely with his hip.
“Let me guess. Are those the apartment classifieds you’re checking out?” Trent scoffed.
“You clinging to me already?” Wood asked, still focused on his drawing. “Should’ve known.”
“You’re a real arrogant son of a bitch, aren’t you?”
Wood pinched the bridge of his nose before he gave the damn brat his attention. He had a snarky comeback sitting on the tip of his tongue, but he forgot what it was when he looked up and locked eyes with Trent. He was still full of attitude and caution… but the animosity Wood had seen there before was gone, replaced with something that looked closer to respect.
If you can ignore the blustering and earn his respect, he’ll start to trust you. With his trust comes his loyalty.
Wood remembered the secret Bishop had told him about Trent. He decided to keep giving as good as he got because it appeared the only way his roommate was going to show him some decency and stop trying to play with his mind. If Trent wanted a challenge, then he’d give him one. He closed his sketch pad with a hard snap when Trent’s gaze traveled over his drawing. “That’s none of your business either.”
Trent frowned down at him. “I wasn’t trying to see it, asshole.”
“Yes you were.”
“No I wasn’t.”
“Mmhmm.” Wood got up and left Trent in the kitchen. He would’ve stayed to mess with him a little longer, but the moment Trent got close enough for him to smell his freshly cleaned body, his dick had gone painfully solid.
He closed himself in his room and leaned back against the door. Oh hell. He shoved his palm into his shorts and squeezed at the ache. What in the world was he doing? Dangit, he wanted to dislike Trent’s immature taunting to the point that it was an erection killer, but the little prick was having the opposite effect. Wood groaned as the throbbing got more intense. He had to get out of there and meet someone on his level, but he’d only been out of the halfway house a few days and he had more important things to take care of.
Ignoring his empty stomach, Wood removed his clothes and grabbed his towel so he could take a shower. In the bathroom he’d thought about rubbing out a quick release to the take the edge off his discomfort but decided against it. Hopefully soon he’d have a strong, willing man in his arms, and once he was balls-deep inside his tight ass… that’s when he’d let out years of pent-up restraint. He finished his grooming and threw on a clean pair of flannel lounge pants, foregoing a shirt so he could air-dry. He would’ve stayed in his room the rest of the evening, but the smell of fried meat permeating the trailer lured him back out.