Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
I grinned as I stroked her waist. “Not helping either.”
She beamed up at me, so beautiful it hurt. “I don’t know how to help, then.”
Glancing around, I saw Beth and Callan dancing all sexy and into each other. Since the moment Beth came back into Callan’s life, she was all he could see. There wasn’t anyone else for him. I finally understood the feeling. However, the lucky bastard could prod his cock into his fiancée’s arse as much as he wanted while they danced. My gaze swung past them to see Ainsley was all over some redheaded lassie and beside her was John with the blond from upstairs.
I whistled between my fingers and every single one of my companions looked at me.
I gestured to John. He appeared annoyed but came over. “What is it?”
“Switch places with My.”
He looked incredulous. “Fuck off. People are filming you, dude. I’m not ending up in the tabloids under the headline SECRET GAY ROMANCE IN SCOTTISH FOOTBALL.”
I laughed because it was funny, but John moved to leave so I grabbed his arm, my eyes darting pointedly south. “Seriously, mate. Just stand in front of me until I get things under control. I don’t want this situation in the tabloids either. SCOTTISH FOOTBALLER CAN’T CONTROL HIS DICK AROUND HIS FIANCÉE isn’t a headline I think Maia will enjoy.”
John shook his head in mock disappointment. “What are you? Fourteen?”
Maia was in a flood of giggles at my predicament.
“Everything she does makes me hard.” I shrugged unapologetically.
At that, Maia’s head whipped toward me, her laughter dying. Her expression slackened. “Seriously?”
Why deny it? “Seriously.”
“You’re pathetic.” John huffed but gently moved Maia aside to step in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest. “The gaffer naked in a sauna with Baumann.”
“That’s just cruel.”
“Your grandmother doing the nasty with your grandfather.”
“Hey, keep it respectful. Though, that is working.” I gestured for him to continue. “Right, next.”
“Your mom and the gaffer.”
“That’s uncalled for.”
“In the sauna with Baumann and a tub of Marmite …” He continued on in graphic detail until I wanted to be sick. And it worked like a charm. Any sexy feelings I had were obliterated.
“Oh, enough. That was overkill. I think I’m scarred.” I narrowed my eyes on my friend. “You are one disturbed Canadian.”
John chuckled, not disagreeing.
I shot a look over his shoulder at Maia who was dancing but also eyeing me in that curious, searching way she’d started to do recently. As if she might be beginning to wonder if I’d been into her all along. It was about time she began to believe it. My blood started to heat again. “Fuck. I’m getting a drink.”
John smacked me on the shoulder as we turned toward the bar. Then he gripped my neck to pull me toward him so he could whisper, “You haven’t fucked her yet.”
I jerked back from him.
John shook his head with a sigh. “Secret is safe with me.”
“John—”
He waved me off and headed back to his blond.
Shit.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
MAIA
As I spun on the dance floor to Queen (the music was a great eclectic mix of new and old hits), my mind spun too.
Baird’s erection situation had been hot. Then funny. Now it was confusingly hot again. He was a young guy. Twenty-six. But … John was right. This was a situation a teenage boy might find themselves in. Somehow it wasn’t off-putting. It was … it was seriously hot that Baird found me so attractive he couldn’t get a handle on his hard-on.
However, that also meant that Baird genuinely wanted to have sex with me.
We couldn’t have sex.
I mean, we could, and it would maybe defuse the heat between us.
God, that kiss … My lips still tingled.
No. I shook my head. A one-night stand would ultimately make me feel icky.
I wasn’t built for casual sex.
Right?
Or did I just think I wasn’t built for casual sex?
There was no denying that my underwear was now damp from the best kiss a man had ever given me. I was wet from a make-out session. That had never happened!
While I tried to untangle my increasingly confusing crush on Baird, Ainsley had sidled up with some redheaded girl and started dancing beside me. Baird’s sister gave me a knowing smirk that I ignored, but I was grateful to her for keeping me company while Baird buggered off to the bar.
Four songs passed, and he didn’t return.
That wasn’t exactly the plan for damage control.
My gaze swept the bar, dreading seeing him chatting to some other woman. When I found him, relief moved through me. He leaned his back against the countertop, nursing a beer, and watching me with uncharacteristic broodiness.
That was hot too.
I was just about to make my way over to him, telling myself it was because there were eyes on us and we couldn’t look like we had fallen out, when the track changed. A recognizable tune blasted through the speakers, those first pop synth notes slamming into me so hard I stumbled to a stop.