Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
I glanced toward the stage. “Cute, but not for me.”
“How about a hockey player?”
“That’s a definitive no.”
“I’m doubting your taste in men, Walker.” She tilted her chin at someone behind me. “No one in their right mind would kick Ty Czerniak out of bed.”
“Ty? Is he here?” I twisted on my stool, but couldn’t see anything beyond the press of bodies swarming around the bar.
“Yeah, I think he’s heading for the john.” Crysta held up a finger and smiled icily at a brawny dude on the opposite end waving her over. “I’ve been summoned. Want a refill?”
“Uh, no, thanks.”
I sat frozen with indecision for a minute. Ty’s agent hadn’t returned my call, and Ty had personally made it clear that he’d sooner drink Drano than speak to me. But…I needed Ty’s cooperation and if I had to apologize again for past indiscretions to get a sliver of his time, I was willing to do so. It was my job.
On a scale of one to ten, how tacky was it to corner a prospective interviewee in a men’s room? Probably a solid ten. But desperate times, desperate measures.
I left a few bills under my half-empty glass before snaking my way through the crowd toward the restrooms. I pushed the door open, scanning the dimly lit space. Two guys stood at urinals and another was checking his reflection in the mirror. The stalls were empty. No sign of Ty.
Huh.
I chewed my bottom lip in the corridor, wondering if his eardrums begged for mercy and he’d wisely checked out for the night. In which case, Ty might still be in the parking lot. And yay for that ’cause cornering him in a parking lot rather than a urinal was a lesser offense by a long shot.
On that note, I exited the building.
But he was gone.
Maybe he’d been in a hurry, or maybe Crysta had mistaken someone else for Ty.
Oh, well. I wasn’t in a rush to get back to the concert. No thanks. Give me chirping crickets and the hum of traffic in the distance any day.
I skirted the lamplights and slipped into the alley, hoping to stay unnoticed when a posse of new patrons piled out of their cars. I recognized a couple of them from school. We were either in the same classes or I’d interviewed them at some point…maybe.
Not that it mattered. I needed a moment to clear my thoughts before returning for the interview portion of the program and—
“Fuck, yeah. That’s good. Open up wider. Fuuuuck…”
I whipped my head sideways, staring at the shadowy figures ten feet away from me.
A big man with muscular arms leaned against the brick wall and another figure kneeled at his feet doing…sex things. It was too dark to see either of them clearly, but there was something familiar about—
Whoa! What was I doing?
I was no voyeur! And I had no interest in watching someone else get something I hadn’t had in a while. Shame on me.
I inched away from the wall just as the person on their knees spoke in a deep masculine voice. “Fuck my mouth, Ty. Do it.”
O. M. G.
Ty?
That was Ty.
Holy shitballs.
And that was a man sucking Ty Czerniak’s cock.
Gulp.
My heart beat like a drum against my rib cage.
The sound of slurping, gagging, and the low rumble of dirty talk floated my way.
“Fuck, that’s so good. I’m gonna fuckin’ come. Are you ready?” and then, “Ungh!”
Move it, Walker. Move. Get out. Now!
I was trembling, my pulse racing. Everything in my body was buzzing, but my feet felt like two blocks of cement. And yes, I had a semi.
The guy on the ground stood, zipping his fly. “I missed your shoes. You’re welcome.”
They both laughed and whispered something I couldn’t make out. Neither leaned in for a kiss. There was nothing intimate or sensual here. The moment had passed, and if anyone happened to walk by now, they’d see two men talking…and someone eavesdropping like a creeper.
Me.
Okay, excuse me for not bolting right away, but I was in a state of shock.
Ty was bi. That part wasn’t news. But a bi hockey player getting caught in a sexually compromising situation with a man in an alley was scandalous. Double standard? Yes, absolutely. It was true, though.
I had to get the heck out of here ASAP. If Ty spotted me, he’d think I was spying on him. Or he’d think I was a degenerate pervert or—
I froze at a shuffling sound inches from me in the dark. Another person? Was this a secret orgy? Oh, geez. I darted to my left and almost tripped on a rat the size of a Volkswagen Bug.
A rat.
A very, very big rat.
I valiantly choked down a yelp, and let me tell you, I deserved major life points for the effort. That thing was enormous. I didn’t do vermin well…or spiders or anything that slithered, so frankly it was a miracle that I didn’t scream bloody murder as I turned the corner and raced into The Tavern.