Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“A little early to be wasted,” I chide. “Who are you running from anyway?”
He shivers against the cold. “Some big bearded dude. Smells like eggs. You came just in time. Pretend you’re my boyfriend.”
“You can handle yourself, brat,” I mutter, grabbing his shoulders and guiding him back toward the building. “What have I told you about running around without a coat?”
He resists my manhandling, but I manage to get him inside without too much effort. “Coats seriously hide everything I have to offer. How the hell am I supposed to find me a daddy if he can’t see what a delicious butt I have?”
I roll my eyes, trying not to tense at the fact I’m actually inside Kian’s club. I’ve been on the wine side a couple of times, but this is the first time I’ve been to the club side. The very gay club side. Everyone knows Cato is my best friend, so it’s not like anyone will automatically assume my sexuality just from this visit. Still, it puts me on edge.
Cato dances in front of me, wiggling his tight butt, capturing the gaze of several patrons. This guy has no problems getting laid. I’m jealous as fuck that I can’t be free like him, going after what I want, rather than accepting what’s expected of me.
The date with Shelly was pleasant.
A dinner between friends.
The only spark between us was the fact she had the same intense eyes as her ridiculously hot brother.
“They’re over here,” Cato exclaims over the loud music, grabbing my hand. “Come on, Jaxxy.”
He drags me over to the bar where Dante is seated, his body angled toward Kian. As soon as I see the way he wolfishly grins at Kian in a way that promises hot, sweaty sex later, I see red and lose my fucking mind.
“Kian,” I bark out, making him squeak and nearly fall off his stool.
Kian swivels around to face me, his cheeks red and his eyes wide. “You scared the shit out of me, Jax. Jesus.”
I want to grab him by his slender shoulders and pluck him off that barstool, drawing him into my arms. But, since I lost that right a long time ago, I grit my teeth, ignoring the bastard beside him.
“How was your date with my sister?” Dante asks, an evil grin on his face.
Kian’s brows furrow as he darts his gaze between us. “You’re dating Dante’s sister?”
“It was just dinner,” I grind out, needing Kian to know there was no chemistry between her and me. Nothing could ever compare to what he and I had.
“Does my sister know you blew out of dinner to come to a gay dance club?” Dante taunts, his hazel eyes burning with animosity.
“Does your sister know you’re an asshole?” I bite back.
Kian gasps and Cato laughs.
“Come on, Ki,” Cato says, dragging his friend off the stool. “Let the wolves tear each other’s throats out while we get our groove on. We’ll come collect the winner later.”
They scamper off and all I can do is stare after them, pissed that I already fucked this up. It’s because of him. Dante fucking Kincaid. Had he not arrived in our town, maybe I could have eased back into something with Kian. Now, I feel like I have to compete with this motherfucker.
“Sit, Sheriff,” Dante orders, patting the stool that’s practically between his spread thighs.
Knowing Kian was just sitting there, nearly wedged between this man’s legs, has me wanting to punch someone. But Dante wants to watch me squirm. Fuck him. I won’t be intimidated by a fucking New Yorker.
Sliding onto the stool, I face toward the bar, ignoring the burning intensity that’s searing into my profile. I motion for the bartender, a guy I went to school with named Keith Bowden, who normally tends bar at Focus, but seems to be filling in at Blur tonight. Before I can place an order, Dante leans toward the man, shouting out an order.
“More of those shots from earlier,” Dante tells Keith. “My…friend…has to catch up.”
Keith raises his eyebrows at me, clearly surprised at Dante’s choice of words and the fact I’m in a gay bar, before walking off. The last thing I need is people in this town talking about what they think they know. Not that Keith is known for gossip, but it still pisses me off. Whipping my head to the side, I glower at Dante.
“We’re not friends,” I growl. “And we’re sure as fuck not whatever you were insinuating.”
His full lips kick up on one side as he lazily studies me. Two assholes can play this game. While he drinks in his fill, I roam my stare over his too-perfect face. One of his villainous brows is quirked in an amused way. Dark brown hair is sculpted more casually than earlier. His slight scruff has been shaved off. With the club lighting, his lips almost seem red. Like he’s been drinking blood. Fucking vampire wannabe. Hell, he’s even looking the part in a black button-down dress shirt that’s practically glued to all his muscles. The buttons at the top are left undone, drawing the eye to his chest where you can’t help but want to unfasten the rest to see what exactly he’s hiding beneath the fabric. When my gaze falls to his lap—where he’s sporting an obviously big dick bulge—I suck in a sharp breath, jerking my stare back to his.