Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 128702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
“Anything you want,” Tech answered breathlessly. That sounded slutty, but oh, well. He was sitting in a public restaurant, outside, wishing his date would get his finger closer to his hole. It didn’t get any sluttier than that.
“You’re so bad.” Steele nipped at Tech’s bottom lip.
“Me? Everything about you screams bad, and it’s making me come up out of myself.”
“I’m not a bad boy.” Steele nudged at Tech’s throat with his nose before licking a hot path up to his chin. “I’m wearing a button-up shirt.”
Tech laughed, while Steele continued to tease him with his fingers.
“We better stop. I can’t eat shrimp cocktail with one hand down your pants, and you can’t eat with one hand on my dick.”
Tech didn’t want to remove it either, though Steele was most likely right. “I can’t stop.”
“Try.” Steele stole another kiss like he was having the same problem.
“I don’t think there’s anything that can get me to go down right now. I’m so fuckin’ hard,” Tech groaned.
“How’s your father doing?”
“That’ll do it.” Tech grimaced and slid out of Steele’s hold, dislodging the calloused hand from his pants in the process.
Steele picked up his glass and downed the rest of his drink, took another couple pulls before he put out his cigar on the side of the fire pit and tucked it back in his pack for later. Tech rolled his eyes. He wondered if smoking was even allowed, but technically, they were outside, so maybe so. Tech picked up the lemon wedge and squeezed some over his shrimp then dipped it in the cool cocktail sauce. When he looked up, Steele was staring at his mouth like he was envious of the shrimp. “You told me to stop, so quit looking at me like that.”
“I will, for now. So, really. How’s your dad?”
They’d talked about Tech’s father still living in the Rockies, alone. He’d told him about his photography hobby and how Tech tried to go see him as often as he could. “He’s fine. He’s getting the house ready for winter. He needs to have the windows and insulation checked and the fireplaces swept. Snow doesn’t come in for a while, but he’s always prepared early.”
“Can he handle that? You said he was sixty-seven. Can he chop wood and stuff?” Steele asked. Tech appreciated that he was genuinely concerned.
“No, he doesn’t cut his own wood, but he probably could. He’s still as strong as ever. He buys his firewood and the company brings it out and loads it in his woodshed for him. When I go there, I do a lot of things around the house for him.”
Steele finished another shrimp and wiped his mouth before asking, “Do you think he’d approve of you dating me? A mere high-school educated cop who’s sixteen years your senior. He might think I have pedophilic tendencies.”
Tech pretended to ponder the thought. “Hmm. You have a point. When you were in high school, I wasn’t even born yet.”
Steele looked like he wanted to run and Tech quickly stopped making fun of him. “Hey, you know that line of thinking is ridiculous. I’m a grown man, Steele. I’m almost thirty, so what – you’re forty-five. And you’re much more than just a cop. I was more concerned with my father thinking I was too undisciplined for you. He’ll love you… I mean… you know… if we get to that point. He wanted to go into the military but he got my mom pregnant and she wanted him home. There was no way she could’ve lived on that mountain with two boys and him gone six months out of the year. He’d like you a lot, I’m sure. I’ve always been more mature than my age. When other kids were going to dances and hanging out, I was building computers and earning scholarships. It won’t surprise him in the least that I’m attracted to a mature man.”
“Yeah, I guess it’s a little early, but I’d love to meet him when the time is right.”
“Seriously.” Tech tried not to sound like he wanted to book the first flight out of Atlanta and show off his guy to his dad. He knew his father would be proud of him. Once he saw how enthralled and happy Tech was, coupled with Steele’s accomplishments, his dad would be wanting to call Steele son in no time.
The waitress came back and took their dinner orders. She asked if they were enjoying the movie and Tech had forgotten there was one even playing. Steele’s company was far more entertaining.
“Yes, we are; thank you,” Steele answered, while she cleared away their finished appetizers and refilled their water glasses.
When she left, Tech asked Steele the question that’d been on his mind the entire time he was getting dressed for his date. “What was it like sparring with God?”