Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
What had I done?
What had he wanted me to do?
What had he been picturing me doing?
Oh, had he been jerking off imagining me doing something?
Randomly guessing would not be helpful in the slightest, so I stuck with being quiet and still as his rambling wound down.
“For fuck’s sake.” When all I got was three of those in a row with no new additions, I was fully prepared for anything when he gave another big sigh and straightened his head.
“I’m ready. I’m not going to be weirded out or think you’re creepy.” He wasn’t the type to do illegal shit, so I had no idea what his kink was or why he was so worried about me finding out.
“Fuck it all.” He pressed his lips together for a few seconds and then huffed. “My biggest kink is humiliation. It turns me on. It really turns me on when I know the other person is just fucking with me and not actually trying to be mean.”
He paused long enough for me to think it was my turn to respond but then he charged back in. “I was asking Conner to help me find someone who’d put cameras in my house and watch me to be able to make fun of me about it later. I know it’s not safe to randomly do it, so I was trying to be careful, but then he brought you in.”
Oh.
“I can see why he was trying to bring me into that. It’s dangerous.” Even with the background checks they did at the club it could go very wrong. “It’s too hard to predict what even a generally nice guy might do. People don’t always make good decisions.”
Weston was trying, though, but he was definitely still people.
“That’s not how you should’ve responded.” His glare was adorable once I didn’t have anything truly disturbing to worry about. “You’re deliberately being dense.”
Sometimes yes but not at the moment…so what was he losing his shit over?
“Am I supposed to tell you that I think you’ve got a screw loose or am I supposed to ask why you’re being a slut for a random guy?” He’d probably been imagining the first part, but the second had his mouth dropping open and his hand moving so his arm could hide his growing erection. “Stop that. I know you’re a slut, so there’s no need to hide your stiffy. I don’t mind if you’re hot for me.”
Not all of the guys at the gym were nice, so it was good to see they’d been helpful even if I didn’t want to date them or be their friends.
“I.” Weston managed to get a word out, but then he looked down at his lap and that fried his brain again. He glanced back up at me, but words were toast and he simply stared at me.
So…now what?
Chapter 3
Weston
He.
I.
He.
Cyrus.
Yes, that was Cyrus.
Somehow that had reality tuning back in, and the buzzing in the back of my head shifted down to a low hum instead of a vibrator turned up to the highest setting.
“You don’t say things like that.” My probably stupid response had him raising one eyebrow. “You don’t.”
“But you liked it and I like you.” He shrugged as I tried to process everything. “I also like seeing you squirm, and knowing I’m turning you on is fun. I just didn’t expect it to happen because of how naughty you are.”
He’d.
He’d done it again.
He knew that, right?
“I.” Fuck. “You have to stop doing that.”
Yes. That was a more reasonable response.
“No.” Cyrus crossed his arms over his chest. “We’re having a legitimate discussion and we’re just going to have to deal with the fact that it’s obviously arousing you.”
He knew it.
“You’re probably such a slut you like that I know you’re turned on.” Shaking his head, he sighed like I was being ridiculous, which turned me on more.
Which probably made me ridiculous in some kind of way and that turned me on even more.
God.
Someone needed to shoot me.
“I…” What had we been discussing? Fuck. “I understand it’s not safe and I’m not going to do it.”
“It’s not safe to do it with someone else but you know I’m safe.” Trailing his gaze down me, he lingered on my arm where I was trying to hide my erection. “I think you’re sexy, so I won’t mind watching you. I’m hoping you meant watching you when you were naked, but you weren’t specific about what kind of cam slut you were going to be.”
I needed more blood in my head before I could respond to anything he was saying.
The big head.
The small one was very full at the moment.
“I…I wasn’t going to push anyone to do something they weren’t comfortable with.” I hadn’t worked out all the details because I’d been hoping Conner would help with that. He knew everyone’s limits and could remember all kinds of weird details about people.