Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Uh…okay. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was nervous.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I’m just—” Vinnie raked his fingers through his hair and released a ragged breath. “Okay. Fuck. Maybe I’m not fine.”
“What is it?”
“It’s—I…” Heavy sigh. “Ever since you brought up that night, I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“You brought it up,” I corrected, rubbing my arms to give my hands something to do. This just got real in a hurry. I bit the inside of my cheek, adding, “Like…what part of that night?”
“The part where we made out till our lips were raw, the hand job part, and the part where we humped against each other till we shot our loads. You know…the gay parts,” he replied matter-of-factly.
Gulp.
“I see, but like I told you, it was one time. Coming home hasn’t made you bi or gay or—”
“No, it’s always been there. The gay part. I usually have other means to distract myself from…you know…”
“Queer thoughts?” I whispered.
“Yeah. I guess.” He bit his lip and stared at the hockey montage on my wall featuring Sports Illustrated pics of my favorite athletes from the nineties.
Oh. Wow.
“Are you…um—are you coming out to me? I mean, do you think you’re bi?”
Vinnie released a frustrated sigh. “I dunno. Maybe?”
“Um…” I had to proceed carefully here. I wasn’t sure what to say. “Do you have questions? How can I help?”
He scoffed. “What can you do? Suck my dick to test a theory?”
I smacked his arm. “It’s impossible to have a mature conversation with an almost forty-year-old man who acts like an adolescent who—”
“I’m thirty-six, asshole.”
“Yeah, well, you still act like a real…”
Vinnie arched a brow. “A real what?”
I had no idea what we were talking about. I’d held back a dam of awareness for as long as humanly possible, but the floodgates were open and I was suddenly very fucking overwhelmed by the nearness of him.
Time stopped. It didn’t propel us into some fantasized version of our younger selves, though. This was us now. Two grown men with a past we hadn’t acknowledged until a few days ago. Vinnie was looking at me as if he hoped I could explain the sudden spark of electricity between us. Yeah, right.
It was pointless to remind myself who he was. I knew and I didn’t care. I wanted things I shouldn’t want from this man. He might be bisexual or bi-curious with time on his hands, but he was still Vinnie Kiminski. My first crush and first truly bad idea. One of us had to step away…now.
Maybe it had to be me.
I stuck my hand out as if reaching for the doorknob, but at the last second, I pushed him against the wall and crashed my mouth over his.
My brain had obviously closed up shop, ’cause holy crap, what was I thinking? This wasn’t a repeat accidental lip-lock. This was the real deal. And damn, he was a fabulous kisser, commanding and ravenous.
He wanted this as much as I did. And at that very moment, nothing mattered but the feel of his lips on mine. I licked the corner of Vin’s mouth in a wordless request for entry and almost swooned when he parted for me, cupping my face in both hands as he glided our tongues together.
This was no gentle exploration, and I didn’t detect the slightest hint of hesitation in him. Vinnie was bigger and stronger than me by a long shot. He could flick me away like a bug if he wanted to, but he was the one driving this bus now.
He switched positions, pinning me to the wall as he feasted on my mouth, nibbling my lips before driving inside again and again. I splayed one hand on his chest and rested the other on his hip, angling my head to deepen the kiss without forcefully pulling his neck. If he’d been anyone else, I probably would have hiked my leg around his thigh to give my poor cock a little relief. I had just enough of my wits about me to remember I was playing with fire.
This was stupid. This was madness. Nothing good could come from making out with my brother’s best friend.
Our tongues twisted greedily, sucking and licking until the kiss became demanding and more dangerous by the second. We were veering from accidental happenstance to something deliberate and difficult to explain. And I couldn’t stop it to save my life. I hadn’t been with a man in too long, and even though Vinnie was the original bad idea, he felt so fucking good.
And damn, did I mention he knew how to kiss?
When we finally broke for air, he rested his forehead on mine for a beat and gently stepped away.
“We’re very fucking good at that,” he rasped, his voice thick and gravelly.
I almost swooned. “Yeah. We are.”