Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
But he did anyway.
They stared at each other in silence; the only sound in the stairwell was their ragged breathing.
Christian licked his lips.
“Just once,” he whispered.
And Alexander lunged forward, crushing his lips with his own. Moaning, Christian grabbed his hair and kissed back, eager and needy, and Alexander kissed him deeper, shoving his tongue inside. The kiss was messy and carnal—tongues, teeth, breathless grunts and whimpers—and he couldn’t kiss him deep enough and hard enough. Nothing made sense—nothing but this: the most basic, physical want, his blood pounding with need in his veins and making his dick thicken and harden. He wanted—
His cell phone went off. It was his ringtone for Mila.
Alexander jerked away as though burnt.
Breathing hard, they stared at each other. Christian’s pupils were so dilated that his eyes seemed black, his face flushed, hair disheveled, lips swollen and red. Alexander hated that even as guilt twisted his gut into knots, a part of him wanted to go back to sucking and kissing those lips, his body burning with want.
“No,” he said hoarsely and backed away, almost falling down the stairs in his haste.
Once outside, the cold night air did nothing to cool his skin.
Alexander took a few deep breaths, trying to will his erection away. He thought of Mila waiting for him in the car, and he felt sick to his stomach.
He didn’t want to go there, but he couldn’t stay here forever.
Steeling himself, Alexander strode to the car and got into the driver’s seat.
“What’s taken you so long?”
Alexander stared out into the dark night through the windshield.
He could lie. He could omit the truth.
His stomach churned. No.
“I kissed him,” he said flatly.
A beat passed. “Excuse me?”
“I kissed Christian.” He didn’t look at her.
The silence lasted longer this time.
At last, she laughed, a bit uncertainly. “Wow. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react to this. I thought—I thought you were one hundred percent straight.”
“I am,” Alexander said, gripping the steering wheel.
“Honey, I hate to break it to you, but you are not one hundred percent straight if you kiss another guy.” A pause. “Though I don’t really blame you. He’s ridiculously attractive and would make any guy bi-curious.”
Breathing out, Alexander turned his head to her. “I thought you’d be angrier.”
Mila twirled a lock of her hair on her finger. “Why? I kissed him too—and did more than kissing. I’m just surprised.” She peered at him curiously. “Did you like it?”
Alexander nearly laughed. How was he supposed to answer that?
Like didn’t even begin to cover it. Hunger was still clawing at him, his cock still half-hard.
But for all her open-mindedness, Mila wouldn’t take it well if she knew the extent of his attraction to Christian. She wouldn’t take it well if she knew his fingers were still trembling from the rush of adrenaline, his body stiff with arousal.
“It was good enough,” Alexander said shortly, turning away.
Mila put a hand on his shoulder. “So what are we gonna do about it?”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m attracted to him, you’re attracted to him, and I presume he’s attracted to both of us. It’s perfect. We can have a real threesome, not just have two guys share a girl.”
Alexander drew a slow breath in. She couldn’t be seriously suggesting this. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea, Mila.”
“Why? It was really hot when I saw you two accidentally kiss.” She chuckled. “Gotta say there’s something very exciting about watching two hot guys make out. I actually don’t even feel jealous. It’s like…it feels like it doesn’t count, you know?”
Alexander could understand where she was coming from: he wouldn’t be bothered either if he watched Mila make out with another hot girl. But the problem was…
He sighed, running a hand over his eyes. How could he tell her that he had a very bad feeling about this?
“Is this about him being a guy?” Mila asked when he didn’t say anything. “If it is, it’s silly. So you’re bisexual, big deal! It’s just sex, not a relationship. Come on, let’s try it! If you don’t like it, we won’t do it again. Simple.”
Alexander stared into the darkness. He shouldn’t be making any decisions when his body still ached with want and desire.
But he said, “All right.”
“Great! I’ll tell him tomorrow, then.”
The uneasy feeling in his gut didn’t abate.
Something told him it wouldn’t be as simple as Mila made it out to be.
Chapter 8
Christian wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans and swallowed, staring at the door to Alexander’s apartment.
He should have refused.
He should have refused when Mila suggested it. At first he had been flustered and embarrassed when Mila had told him she knew about the kiss. Apparently Alexander always told her everything. Like the perfect boyfriend he was.
Christian wasn’t sure why it bothered him that much—at least he chose not to examine it too closely. Until his conversation with Mila, he had been trying not to think about the kiss, and Mila’s suggestion had come as a shock to him.