Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
He was in a simple, basic light blue tank top, hugging the curves of his body.
“Little chilly out,” I said, brushing my fingers across his nipples, visibly hard through his soft shirt.
“I should have worn a hoodie,” he said.
I pinched his nipple and he retaliated, leaning in to give my cock a squeeze through my pants.
“Don’t tempt me,” I said. “I know you’d like it if I fucked you right out here in front of this bar.”
“I would love it,” he said. “I think Kane, on the other hand, would take a vodka bottle to each of our heads.”
I hummed. “No need for a hoodie, by the way. Your goosebumps are hot.”
“Your cowboy hat is hot,” he told me, touching the rim.
“You say that every time I wear it.”
“Because it’s always true.”
As Max and I walked into the lively bar, I saw more than one familiar face.
“Yo!” Andrew said from his usual place at the bar, waving over to us. “Kane is looking for you two.”
“Oh, God,” Max said. “Am I in trouble?”
“A good kind of trouble,” Andrew said. “Hey, Draven. Have you tried the new Japanese whiskey Kane imported?”
I talked with Andrew about whiskey for a while, and when Kane finally emerged from the back office of the bar, there was another familiar face next to him.
“Dom,” I said, doing a double take.
Dominic smiled at me, coming out from behind Kane and wrapping his arms around me in a hug. “Fancy seeing you here, stranger.”
“What brings you to Tennessee this time?” I asked.
“Well, when I visited last month, Kane and I got to talking about the financials here. I knew I could help him organize a few things, and I’m just about fucking sick of Montana without you there, so… I thought I’d pick up some remote work, here in Tennessee.”
“So I might be seeing more of your ugly mug around here?”
“You know my face isn’t ugly. You take that back.”
Andrew laughed, glancing over at Dom. “You certainly aren’t ugly.”
Max caught up with Dominic, too, and after a short while, the conversation turned to Lily.
“I don’t think I’m the only one wanting to get the hell out of Montana,” Dom said. “Lily and I had a brief lunch together the other day, and she told me she’s applying to places back here, too. Maybe Nashville.”
“She told me that last week, too,” Max said. “Having Lily within driving distance again would be incredible.”
I leaned in to press a kiss to Max’s temple, running a hand along the small of his back.
Every time we were together, I wanted to touch him. Couldn’t stop touching him.
I was addicted, and I didn’t want to stop.
I slowly reached a hand down to his back pocket, squeezing his ass, not giving a damn who might see.
“Hands to yourself,” a voice barked from behind us.
I turned to see Kane returning from picking up some empty pint glasses on the table.
“Going to flip my boyfriend onto the top of this bar, strip him naked, and eat his ass out ‘til he comes all over that nice, shiny bar top, Kane,” I told him, lifting an eyebrow.
“Yeah, and I’m going to sock you in the goddamned face if you even try to sit him down on top of this bar.”
“Should I fuckin’ try? Max, take your cock out.”
Kane stared daggers into my eyes. “Ever had a beer tap shoved so far in your mouth you deep throat it and choke? That’s you if you even try, Lyons.”
Kane disappeared back into the hallway and I smiled at Dominic. “Kane loves me.”
Dom raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, can really sense the brotherly love you two have going on. Is it always like that?”
I shrugged. “Sometimes. Other times we just hug and talk about the weather. Both are fine with me.”
Max was smiling, reaching out to hold my hand. “Sometimes Draven’s affection is highly aggressive. Often, I’ll wake up to him kissing all over my body. Other times, he ties my limbs to the posts on his bed—”
“Too much information,” Dominic said.
“It makes him hard, Dom,” I said. “Trust me, he loves it.”
“I really do,” Max said, his eyes going a little dreamy.
“I don’t think these people even know what ‘too much information’ means,” Dominic said, turning to Andrew, who laughed.
“I think that’s correct.”
As I got into a conversation with Dominic and Andrew, Max disappeared for a moment, then came back to my side.
“Missed you,” I murmured near his ear.
“You better sing along,” he told me.
“What do you mean?”
And then I heard it, a moment later.
That’s where Max had gone: to the jukebox, to torment me publicly.
He’d put on a Taylor Swift song. One he knew I loved.
He smiled wide, the corners of his eyes crinkling up as the song started. “I swear, it must have been the ghost cat,” Max said. “I went up to the jukebox and it was already on the Taylor Swift section. Can’t blame me for that.”