Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Mmm,” I hear from the living area before Ty saunters in. He’s got this look in his eyes, like he doesn’t even see me—can only see Lance as he approaches him, his hands sliding around his body as he effortlessly pulls him close and kisses the back of his neck.
A wave of heat moves through me. In the past, I would’ve assumed it was embarrassment from them being so intimate in front of me, but what if it’s because I find this hot? My therapist and I once talked about how I sometimes lack nuance in understanding my emotions—extreme, at times, black-and-white thinking. What if some of my confusion is because this uncomfortable emotion wasn’t embarrassment after all?
“Ty, would you like an omelet?” I ask.
“Sure, man. I appreciate it.”
“I’ll make one for Ash and Colin too.”
“I’m sure they’ll appreciate that,” Lance says. “I know for a fact those guys were up all night.”
“How do you know that for a fact?” I ask.
“Before they went to bed, Ash said he was determined to keep his man up all night, and I believed him.”
“Oh…”
I get cracking on omelets, considering if I should make Ryan one, but no, that’d be weird.
I’m being weird.
I’ve split one for Ty and Lance by the time the back door opens and Dax heads in, wearing a Zeta Tau jacket.
“You fucking traitor,” Ty teases, and Dax unzips it, revealing he’s shirtless underneath.
“Okay, how did this happen?” I ask.
“Isn’t it obvious? Ended up with a guy at Zeta Tau.”
“Yeah, but why do you have his jacket? I assume you messed around at his place. He couldn’t give you a shirt?”
“We were at the park, actually, and I’m not sure where I left my shirt. I asked to borrow his, but he wanted me to take something more substantial to make sure we’d get together again.”
“Pretty smart,” Lance says.
“Hey, I don’t go after idiots.”
“Did I hear my name?” The voice has goose bumps pricking across my flesh.
It’s the familiar annoyance I feel whenever I know he’s nearby, but it’s different this time. There’s something else mixed in. Probably the thing making my dick a little twitchy.
My face is red even before Ryan’s in the kitchen, bare-chested, only in boxers, minus the tent he was sporting most of the time he was up with me. Ty, Lance, and Dax laugh at his quip, but I can’t appreciate the humor.
I sneak a look his way, and unsurprisingly, the guy looks cool as ice. He breezes in, offering shakes and fist bumps with the other guys as though nothing happened last night. Maybe because it was nothing for him. For a guy who goes through girls faster than Tic Tacs, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. To him, I was probably another in a long list of the people he’s mouth-fucked with his tongue.
“Fuck, those abs!” Ryan says to Dax. “You looking good, man.”
“Ya think?” Dax asks, flexing them for the frathole.
Seriously? It’s been less than twelve hours since he made out with a guy, and now he’s already hitting on Dax in front of me? I clench my fist, tightening my grip on the spatula.
“What you changing up in the gym?” Ryan asks.
“I saw Jaxon getting some nice definition from those hanging leg raises, so I added them to my routine.”
“Very nice,” Ryan says as Dax invites him to feel.
And for the first time I have the thought: What if Ryan was lying to me about not having messed around with guys before? No, that’s too douchey, even for him. Still, this is grating on my nerves, and just as bad, I know it shouldn’t be. We made out for a night. Would it really be a shock if after Ryan found out he was bi, he’d run through the house faster than Dax?
I’m focusing on the omelet when Ryan appears beside me, leaning against the drawer by the stove. “Morning, Mart.”
He’s got this broad grin across his face, knowing in his eyes. I’m waiting for him to say something dumb and out us to the guys, which only keeps me on edge.
“That one for me?” he whispers. “You know I’m kind of hungry after last night.”
I grit my teeth, checking over my shoulder, but the guys are busy catching up with Dax about the night before to notice what he said.
“This one is for Ash and Colin. I wasn’t planning on making you one.”
Ryan leans closer. “That’s fine. Would prefer a nice big hunk of sausage anyway.”
He looks me dead in the eyes, and I gulp as I think about the way he was eyeing my cock last night. Admiring it.
His gaze sinks toward it, and despite how tense I am, I can feel myself getting a little hard. My eyes settle on his lips, some part of me wanting to get back to what we did before.