Up For The Challenge Read Online Riley Hart, Devon McCormack

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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“He’s probably here with a nice friend who’ll be eager to treat that ass of yours real good,” I added.

“I don’t need anyone to treat it good, Sean. I need someone to treat it bad. Real bad.”

I laughed before grabbing my cocktail off the table beside him and taking a drink.

I noticed Lee’s gaze continually shifting over my shoulder, in the direction of where Ethan was sitting at the bar.

“Mr. Straight Guy seems to be ogling you quite a bit. Just sayin’.”

I turned to catch Ethan’s gaze.

As I turned back to Lee, he said, “You’re turning red.”

“What? No, I’m not. It must be the lights in here.”

“Yes, Mr. Easy Peasy is getting red over a guy? Really? Someone call a doctor…and they can get me one while they’re at it.” As he enjoyed teasing me, he glanced at himself in the mirrored glass behind the bar before twisting his fingers through his curly, dark bangs like he was trying to make sure they set just right.

“Oh, he was the worst type,” I told him. “All full of himself and conceited…and…”

“And you haven’t said anything that makes me think you’re discouraged by something other than the whole straight thing.”

“As if the little straight thing doesn’t stand in the way of a little gay sex?”

“I don’t see why it has to.” He took another sip from his cocktail. “The gay thing doesn’t stand in the way of you having straight sex.”

“That’s how it works when you’re bi, Lee.”

“I know, I know. God’s gift to mankind…and womankind. I wish he was gay, though.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I think he’s just the kind of man who could make you get all head over heels for him.”

“Nope. No, thanks. I’m very content being single and free as a bird to do whatever the fuck I want and whomever the fuck I want. Besides, who the fuck has time for head over heels bullshit?”

“Pretty much everyone else on the planet.”

“Yeah, well, they’re missing out on half the fun, is all I’m saying.”

“Whatever. Come on. It’s time for some shots.”

I checked his nearly empty cocktail and eyed him.

“I’ve only had two drinks, promise.”

“Okay, but I’ve got my eye on you. You start slurring or stumbling around, and we’re out of here.”

Lee was a great guy, but when he drank, he wasn’t as good as I was about realizing how tipsy he was getting.

“I’ll be good tonight,” he assured me.

“I’ve heard that before. Just remember if you get bad, the only guy in here who’ll be taking you home is me.”

“Well, that plan’s always fun, too,” he said, grinning.

It was also one we’d gone with on many nights when neither of us had found anyone we were more interested in screwing around with than each other. But it was just to get off. We had fun, but it was nice being able to fuck around with each other because neither of us thought much about it outside of the sex.

We drank and chatted some more about work, getting only slightly tipsy before he started flirting with a big muscly guy—the sort that always made him totally jizz in his pants.

I noticed myself getting a little distracted, my gaze drifting to Ethan throughout the night.

Although normally I was good at knowing my limits and just letting things go, something about him was different.

I’d never been able to resist a macho, hypermasculine guy…because I didn’t mind being submissive. If he wanted to take charge, that was just fine by me. I could play whatever game my tricks wanted—dominate, submit. Bring in an extra guy or girl. Whatever the fuck they wanted.

When Lee approached me to let me know he and his new guy were heading out, I noticed Ethan and his friends must’ve already bailed.

“Looks like you’re not going to be shooting on anyone tonight,” Lee said.

“Eh, whatever. I’ll probably wander on down to Voltage and see if I can find anything fun there. If I don’t, a night by myself won’t kill me.”

“You gonna Uber?”

“Probably walk.”

“Be careful, man.”

I snickered. I understood his point, but I’d never lived my life being afraid.

That wasn’t me.

Granted, I wasn’t stupid about shit, but I wasn’t like Lee, who was basically scared of the dark and would Uber anywhere after eight o’clock at night.

“Don’t have to worry about me,” I said. “But I appreciate it.”

We hugged before he headed out the back of the bar with the trick who I knew was gonna fuck the hell out of him since Lee was a power bottom with a capital P. And whether or not the guy knew it, he was going to be up all night trying to satisfy that ass.

I knew from experience. A lot of it.

If I ever had to worry about a slump, which I never did, his ass was more than enough to keep a guy in practice.


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