Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
And then the door swung open, and Luke stepped in.
All of Luke.
He was completely naked, his cock swinging between his legs, a big smile on his face.
“Oh, shit, you aren’t alone. Gilman, you sassy fuckin’ devil!”
My whole body was hot.
“Fuck out of here, Luke,” I said, stepping in front of Gray so he wouldn’t have to be seen. “Ever heard of privacy?”
“Ever heard of locking the door, man?” Luke said. He was still smiling, and he looked pleased with himself.
“Hey. Do me a favor and please don’t yap about this to the other guys?” I said under my breath.
His expression went serious. “Of course not. On one condition.”
I glared at him. “What?”
“Say chocolate chip pancakes with me. Three, two, one—”
“Chocolate chip fucking pancakes, now get the hell out of here,” I said, giving him a little push back out through the door.
I shut it and locked it, my skin so hot now that I’d forgotten the cold altogether.
When I turned around Gray was looking at me like he wanted to murder me.
“Why didn’t you lock that door?”
“I forgot, okay? Just drop it.”
“Can’t drop it now that Luke got an eyeful of us together in here. By the way, is that a common occurrence?”
“What?”
“Luke barging in on you while he’s completely naked?”
I gave him a hard stare. “No, it’s not. And don’t get any ideas.”
Gray clicked his tongue. “What do you think, I’m going to write my whole article about how you and Luke strip naked for each other all the time?”
“Yeah, I think you might,” I said.
“Glad you think that poorly of my articles. Also, thanks for confirming it. I guess it really is common for him to be naked around you.”
I turned and gave him a tiny shove. “And you keep seeming pretty fucking jealous of it, Gilman.”
His eyes were like two pale blue flames. “I’m a reporter. It’s my job to be observant. It doesn’t mean I’m jealous.”
“Well, I can’t wait until you publish the damn thing so you can be out of my life.”
He didn’t respond.
My words hung in the air, and with every passing second, I regretted them.
It had come out sounding a lot harsher than I had meant it to, and as I watched Gray dry off, all I could think about was what he told me last night.
No one who knows the real me sticks around for long.
“Can I just borrow a clean shirt and pair of sweatpants, Andrew?” he finally said.
I nodded. I checked that the hallway was clear and went over to my room, grabbing clean clothes for both of us and heading back to the bathroom. I handed him my stuff and when he tugged on the Tempests athletics T-shirt, I couldn’t help but enjoy how he looked in it.
“I’m sorry, okay?” I said. “I just meant I’m tired of worrying about the article. Not that I—”
“It’s fine,” he said.
He was out in the hall a moment later and he picked up his things in my room.
“Gray.”
He wouldn’t look at me. “Is there some back door you want me to use to leave?” he asked.
A tight feeling landed on my throat. “I’m not ashamed that we hooked up. Not even a fucking little bit. I’d tell any single one of those guys that I took your cock, and I’d be proud of it.”
His expression was cold. “I’d prefer if you didn’t. It’s not like it’s going to happen anymore after I finish the article.”
Anger tore through me.
“I told you, that’s not what I meant.”
“Sure thing.”
“Gray, I’d let you fuck me every goddamn day for as long as you want,” I said. “If you think I’m ashamed, you’re dead wrong, and if you say I don’t love it, you know it’s a lie.”
“Is that right?”
I dropped down in front of him and yanked down hard on the sweatpants I’d let him borrow, knowing that he didn’t have anything on underneath.
His cock was already halfway there, hardening as I moved in close.
I leaned in and took it in my mouth all the way, feeling it harden all at once right there on my tongue.
“God, what am I going to do with you, Andrew?” Gray said, his voice low.
At the same time, his hand found its way to my wet hair and he gripped it in his fingers, giving it a tug.
I slid up and down his cock as it hardened fully. He smelled so clean and fresh from the shower but still also like himself, which I was getting hopelessly addicted to.
I popped my mouth off, lapping my tongue along the underside of the tip before looking up at him.
“I mean it,” I told him. “Anytime. I’m not lying, and I’m not trying to get rid of you—”
“I know you like my cock.”
“I like you.”
His eyes widened, almost imperceptibly.
But I could see the raw surprise in his eyes.