Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Oh… Oh. Is he jealous? Because I totally was.
The guy laughs. “Just admiring you both, but I’ll be good.”
I put my hand on Eric’s thigh because if he can be possessive, so can I. I order us each a shot of tequila and beer that’s on tap.
The music changes, and when I look up, I notice Anthony coming out onto one of the small stages. He’s wearing a purple Speedo, which looks good against his olive skin. He looks shimmery, like he put something over his body to make him glisten. Cheers go up around us. Clearly, our friend is popular, and Anthony immediately starts moving to the music.
He’s a good dancer. I already knew that, but I’m reminded when I see how fluidly he moves. It’s like he’s one with the music, his body moving in ways I would never be able to do.
Rylan nudges Mads. “I think he’s more flexible than you.”
“He is not.” Mads crosses his arms, sounding pouty.
Our waiter comes back with our drinks. “It’s on Anthony’s tab!” He grins.
I assume we’ll all split it at the end of the night, so I just nod, and he leaves us to our drinks.
“Here.” Eric sits forward, grabs salt, and shakes some onto his hand. “Take yours off me, and then I wanna take mine off you.”
How do I argue with that?
I take his hand and slowly lick the salt, tasting both it and a slight tinge of sweat on his skin. It wakes up my dick, which starts to plump, and then I pull back, down the shot, and see Eric is holding my lime in his teeth.
Oh God. I’m so fucking obsessed with this man.
Biting back my hungry growl, I lean in and suck the lime in his teeth. In the background I hear Rylan say, “Anyone feel like they’re watching Eric and Donovan porn right now?” Then an ouch, so Hayes must’ve swatted his arm.
I suck the lime, and then Eric spits it out and we’re kissing, right there in the middle of a gay club with our friends all around us. The feel and taste of him go straight to my head, making me lighter and dizzier than any shot ever could.
I nearly whimper when he pulls away and says, “My turn.”
My only answer is a nod, words escaping me.
We repeat the process, Eric licking me this time, sucking lime from my mouth before we’re kissing again. I’m drunk off him, off us, feeling this flare of rightness and happiness no one but him can bring.
“Hot,” I hear and look up to see Anthony join us. At some point he put on a crop top and a small pair of shorts, so I must have been kissing Eric longer than I realized.
My cheeks heat. “Shut up.”
He gives me a supportive smile.
“You’re good,” Mads tells him.
“I try, baby.” Anthony winks at him. “You guys having fun?”
I drink my beer while the group of us talk. Eric is…well, he’s basically all over me, kissing my neck, tickling my nape, only stopping touching me to say something to our friends or to take a drink.
Despite always having been open with affection, it’s surprising he’s so touchy-feely, that he’s not leaving any questions that he’s queer and here with me. It’s so easy for him to just be who he is, and it’s one of my favorite things about him.
A few minutes later, Ana stands and says, “Eric, do you want to go get a drink with me? The waiter’s taking forever to come back around.”
I really like Ana, but I want to growl at her right now.
“Sure. I’ll be back.” Eric kisses me on the cheek and then disappears with Ana.
Hands covering my face, I let out a loud groan. “He’s killing me,” I say, not caring that Rylan and Mads can hear me.
“I think you mean to say he’s crazy about you. Have you still not told him how you feel?” Hayes asks.
“We say I love you, but we’ve always said that…though we say it more now. I know I need to talk to him, but I’m scared of doing anything that’ll change things.”
“Why would telling him change the fact that you’re in love with each other?” Rylan asks. “Is this something else about relationships I don’t know? I’m still figuring all this stuff out, but I’m pretty fucking good at it so far.”
“How do I know if he’s in love with me? He hasn’t told me.”
“Wait. You can’t tell he’s in love with you?” Mads asks. “You’re worse at this than Rylan was.”
I give the goalie for the LA Rebels the finger.
“It’s different for them. They’re best friends. There’s a lot at stake,” Anthony defends me.
“Thank you.”
“But I still think you need to talk to him,” he adds as he comes over and sits beside me. “And you only won’t because you know who is in your head, telling you you can’t have this.”