Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
He wanted to get to know Ford the man. Not just Ford, his work partner. He found out more about the crop and livestock farm Ford grew up on, that he claimed was nothing more than daily, depressing monotony. He didn’t get much information on Ford’s duties as a SEAL either, finding that was a sensitive subject, especially the details about him rescuing Brian. Maybe one day soon Dana would be trusted enough to hear that story. Dana answered a lot of questions about him and Sway, but Ford didn’t go too far into detail about his teenage years, just that his father pushed a lot of responsibility on him at a very young age. It appeared they had that in common, too.
“My mom left my dad when I was nine and Brian was seven.” Ford drank from his fourth beer, becoming more and more talkative with each one. It was good to know that Ford was a chatty drinker. He’d remember that. Ford shrugged indifferently. “I barely remember her, but I knew she was a bad mother.”
“You mean like how Shaft was a ‘bad mutha’?” Dana laughed hard at his own joke while Ford sat there staring at him, desperately trying to hold in his own laughter.
“God, brat,” Ford retorted.
Dana’s laughter dwindled when he noticed the rich look of lust on Ford’s face. He’d never ever seen that look on him. He kept his eyes on Ford’s, wanting that look all to himself. Craving that look. He released the air he’d been holding and sucked in a much-needed breath. The temperature in the room spiked thirty degrees as they stared unashamedly at each other. If he weren’t such a gentleman he’d be up off that small loveseat and straddling Ford’s lap before he could erase that look from his face. But first, he had a girlfriend to break up with. Dana was not a cheater. And second, this was all new territory for Ford and he wouldn’t be a jerk and push him into something he wasn’t ready for.
“I better go. It’s late,” Dana said, breaking the tension. As soon as he stood up, he pulled at the hem of his shirt to try to cover his half-hard erection. “I had a good time, Ford.” Dana turned around and groaned under his breath. Why’d I say that? He’d just made it sound like he’d been on a date.
“Me too,” Ford said from close behind him. Dana was relieved Ford didn’t read too much into his choice of words.
Dana put on his coat and slowly made his way to the door, hesitant to leave Ford’s company after only a measly four hours. He could enjoy being around him – especially when he wasn’t so uptight – for much longer. Before he opened the door, Dana turned, desperate for even a few more seconds. “Have a good night.”
Ford looked so serious again, like he was debating with himself. The bad guy on his shoulder winning over the good guy on the other. Then everything seemed to move in slow-motion. Ford braced his palm flat on the door beside Dana’s head, mimicking what he’d done earlier, preventing him from leaving. While some might find the action a bit barbaric, Dana’s cock was getting harder and harder. He didn’t move, careful to let Ford go at his own pace. Oh so slowly, Ford brought his right hand up and gently caressed the bristles on Dana’s cheek. Dana just remembered to breathe before he passed out. Ford was touching him, and not in a hetero kind of way. It’s what he’d wanted for so long. Ford leaned in, carefully watching Dana’s eyes as he did. Before their lips could touch, Ford whispered gravely, “Stay still.”
Jesus Christ. Dana didn’t move, barely inhaled. There was no way he was about to ruin this.
Ford’s beard brushed his cheek and Dana realized he’d been right. It was soft to the touch, like Ford used conditioner on it. Dana felt his knees go weak but he locked them in place. Was Ford going to kiss him or was he going to just whisper in his ear and tease the hell out of him… what? All he felt was a deliciously solid, rock hard chest against his own and warm breaths behind his ear. But he followed orders and stayed still, didn’t dare move. He kept his fists clenched tightly at his sides to keep from pulling Ford even closer to him. When Ford was done inhaling him, he grazed Dana’s ear with his lips. Not a kiss… a caress. Dana felt Ford turn his face into the crook of his neck and he fought not to whimper like a love-sick girl.
“Get rid of her. Now,” Ford ordered, making Dana almost come in his pants.
Dana
Dana woke up with a smile on his face, still thinking about the intimate contact he’d had with Ford last night. Without sounding like an adolescent, he needed to call and tell his best friend all about it. Dana put on his jogging pants and an Under Armor compression shirt, then laced up his favorite running shoes. He threw a hoodie over his head and tucked his phone in the front pocket. He stretched for a few minutes then took off down his street at a warm-up pace. When he got to the main drag, he pulled out his earbuds and dialed Sway’s number.