Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
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Mace
I had no need for the toilet, just a private moment. I only stared at myself in the mirror.
There was little question in my mind I was scared to death.
Years ago, I’d sworn off all men for the remainder of my entire life. It hadn’t been a difficult oath to keep by sticking around my small town, but the first real test of my resolve rolls into town by way of a gorgeous, sophisticated, manly guy, and I was reduced to a star-struck, overeager teenager, all for an actor I’d never seen before.
“He’s just too hot,” I whispered mainly to my throbbing cock, bending my head dramatically, dropping my arms to place both hands on the edge of the cool countertop.
What I should be doing was beating my mutinous forehead against the granite to free myself of this irrational obsession. My only hope was that I didn’t make too big a fool of myself until I could break free of my newest hell.
How did I do that without drinking? And I had to drive myself home.
Fuck.
Steeling my spine, I shot back to an upright position, and squared my shoulders, meeting my blazing eyes in the mirror. Had Lori set this whole thing in motion on purpose, and I’d fallen hook, line, and sinker?
Why would she ever do that?
I rolled my eyes at how many times over the last few months my sister had introduced me to men. She knew I was gay, or she thought she knew I was gay. A blessed numbness washed over me. I’d never let her know the truth. At least now, I had the ammunition to combat her future attempts.
With a deep inhale, I pointed at myself in the mirror on the exhale. “Get it together.”
Since I hadn’t tracked time. Who knew how long I’d been in here warring with the crazy man in the mirror. For the first time in years, I did a full-body judgment on how I appeared. Not the best, maybe I’d work on that later.
I tested a fake smile, then plastered it firmly on my face. Good enough. There was comfort in hiding. I knew it well. With the grin in place, I finger brushed my unruly hair. I only managed to push it off my face.
I could do this.
I’d gone through worse.
Weirdly, that declaration helped.
With a hand on the doorknob, I paused and then backtracked to quickly flush the commode. On that thought, I turned on the sink water and washed my hands, using a hand towel to dry them off. Several seconds later, I squared my shoulders and left the bathroom like a big boy.
When I wound my way back into the kitchen, I stopped short. Slade leaned at the counter, his head bent, his feet and arms crossed. He glanced up, a sweet grin spreading across those perfectly plump lips.
Who had lips like that?
My belly knotted.
Hell. All the resolve I’d built imploded, crumbling to my feet.
I was eventually going to have sex with this guy. It was predetermined.
“We’re on the back porch,” he said, hooking a thumb to the door nearby.
“You said that before. Were you waitin’ on me?” I asked.
Please say no, please say no. That was too sweet a gesture to ignore…
“Yeah,” he murmured.
“I’m sorry it took so long,” I said, not moving from where I stood.
“It didn’t take long. Here’s another beer.” Slade extended another ice-cold Heineken bottle my direction. I had to walk closer to him to take it.
For some strange reason, it felt like I was taking more than just the beer.
“You aren’t drinkin’?” I asked him.
“I can DD to get you home tonight,” he said, and his smile grew as he moved his arm, extending a hand to let me walk in front of him toward the door.
Chapter 6
Slade
With my whole game plan contingent on being a gentleman, something that oddly felt foreign to me, I stayed close to Mace, extending a hand again to push the storm door open. I didn’t anticipate the handle had shut closed. When I pushed at the glass in the door, it didn’t budge, which crowded me and Mace together.
For me, I got a rush when my cock brushed up against Mace’s ass. Mace slammed his forehead into the door, knocking it pretty hard, which had him taking a step backward, aligning us perfectly together. If only we weren’t wearing clothes.
Damn society’s issues with being clothed all the time.
Our hands fumbled together on the handle to release the latch.
Again, another move that would have a straight guy throwing a solid fit about now.
Good.
We were on the same page.
And about the same height. How easy would it be to nibble on the guy’s neck…
Finally, two or three long seconds later, the door popped open and Mace took a solid step forward.
“Sorry about that, I forgot it sticks,” I said quietly.