Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I don’t want to take away any of his smiles. I don’t want to hurt him, ever.
What if I go all in but then something makes me realize this was some psychological bullshit where I’ve attached myself to the first friend I’ve had in years?
I don’t see that happening, but I also didn’t see me having sex with a guy. That came out of nowhere too. We can’t go back to being friends now, but I’m scared to ask for more.
Whit glances up at me, and I think I’ve been busted, but all he does is ask, “What movie do you want to watch next?”
I lift my head. The credits are rolling. Did I really spend almost two hours getting lost in thoughts about Whit?
“Umm, whatever you want to watch.”
“I’ve got the perfect one.” He does a search for The Cutting Edge. “It’s technically not a hockey movie, but it does have an injured hockey player who goes into figure skating instead. Maybe you should try figure skating. Ooh, or ice dancing.”
I poke him in the ribs. “I already told you. No dancing.”
“You promised me dancing. You could be the real-life Doug Dorsey and not know it.”
“I’m pretty sure I’d need full use of my knee, even for ice dancing.”
Whit huffs. “Fine, but we’re still watching this anyway.”
That’s fine with me. Again, it’s not like I’ll be able to focus on the movie.
“Are you coming to the bar tonight?” I ask.
Whit yawns. “I should probably get an early night and catch up on sleep since someone kept me up half the night giving me orgasms. That bastard.”
“Sounds like an asshole.”
“I can come tomorrow night? After I finish classes, I have a study group and practice, so it will be late, but I can be at the bar after that?”
“Can’t really blow you while I’m working, though.”
“It’s definitely not that type of bar, I agree, but coming to see you isn’t about the sex. I like sitting there on my stool and watching you work.”
I kinda hate that his simple statement makes my stomach flip-flop all over the place.
Whit starts the next movie, but I’m right when I say my focus won’t be on the TV again. Only, this time, I’m taking his focus with me too. Because soon I’ll have to get ready for work, and he’ll be going back to the farm.
As my hand trails down Whit’s chest, those mismatched eyes meet mine. And when I pop the button on his pants, he doesn’t fight me on it.
I reach into his pants and stroke his hardening dick. “I know you said you’re down for the count, but I’m thinking we should at least try to match your four-orgasm record.”
Whit lets out a sexy little whimper. “You know what Coach always says …”
Together, we quote Wayne Gretzky. “You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.”
“We have to at least try.” Whit leans up and captures my mouth with his.
Yep. Definitely not watching the figure-skating movie.
The time to drop off Whit comes way too fast. As we pull up to his family’s farm, he directs me to a group of trucks parked outside the large farmhouse.
He hesitates to get out, and I bet it’s because we look ridiculous in the Fiat next to trucks three times its size.
“What’s up?”
“I don’t know the rules,” Whit blurts.
“Rules?”
“Yeah, like … in public? Last night in front of my family, you held my hand. But can I lean over and kiss you goodbye? Or is that too big a risk for them seeing—”
I close the small gap and press my lips to his. “Does that answer your question?”
“No. You might need to do it again so I really understand.”
This time, I push my tongue into his mouth.
When we break apart, his cheeks are flushed. “Okay. I understand now.”
“The really good thing about me being a bitter asshole for the last few years is that there aren’t a lot of people in my life whose opinions matter to me. There’s my cousin, but I already know she’s cool. And I work in queer spaces. I don’t have huge … closet doors, I guess. I’m lucky in that way.”
“I didn’t mean you’d have to come out, or—”
I wince. “That term honestly feels so foreign to what … I am. I know that makes no sense at all.”
“You’re still figuring stuff out, and that’s okay. I meant you don’t have to tell people about us. You can do that whenever you’re ready. Hell, it took me about five years of knowing for sure that I’m gay before I came out, so I can’t really talk, but I need to know your hard lines so I don’t cross them. Knowing I can kiss you around my family is enough for me.”
“You can kiss me whenever. I mean that.”