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)
“Thank you,” he murmurs. “I’ll call you later.”
My throat isn’t working because I’m overwhelmed by emotions I told myself I’d never allow myself to endure again. They’re too familiar. Emotions I missed with every fiber of my fucking soul. It makes no sense because Jaxson isn’t some guy I’ve been dating for months or years. I’ve known him for days. These emotions have no place in my world. Fuck him for being so intense and wearing his goddamn heart on his sleeve.
“Fuck, that was quick,” Jax growls. “He’s already on the back porch.”
He rushes me out the front door. I trot away from his house and when I look back, the front door is already closed. It does wonders to also slam the door on those ridiculous emotions.
I’m a fuck buddy.
A secret one at that.
Jaxson Bell will never fit into the same category as Toby McAdams.
By the time I cross the street, scrape the ice off my car, and have it warmed up, I’m cold as fuck, grumpy as fuck, and hungry as fuck. I scowl as I turn right onto First Street. The light at the intersection of First and Sandpiper Way is out and a crew is working on it. Because everyone in this damn town wakes up early, traffic is backed up and I end up waiting for ten minutes before I finally make it through. Thankfully, the intersection at First and Main is working. I hang a left and then park in front of Beacon Island Donuts since my sister is such a fan of this place.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and a stupid smile breeches my face.
Jax: I miss you already. My room smells like you and I may never change my sheets.
Me: My cum is all over your sheets, dirty boy.
Jax: Exactly.
Me: You can wash them. I’ll be over again soon to dirty them back up.
Jax: I can’t wait.
As soon as I shove the phone back in my pocket, the spell is broken again. I’m back to feeling pissy. I hate how easily I get drawn into his fantasy world. It’s a world I’ll never belong in because he’ll never tell a soul about being gay. Developing feelings for Jax would be dangerous. While I can’t judge him for what happened with Kian when he was a teenager, I certainly don’t want to be in Kian’s place.
I climb out of my car and head into the donut shop. It’s busy for a Saturday morning. A quick scan of the place and my eyes settle on a couple of familiar faces. Mayor Dean Bell and Ned Townsend. Last night’s conversation with Jax comes bubbling to the surface. His father is an asshole.
“Morning,” I greet, tipping my head at them.
“Mr. Kincaid,” Dean replies, his voice cool.
Ned’s face is contorted into one of disgust as he regards me. I don’t acknowledge this asshole, but instead keep my gaze focused on the mayor.
“It’s good seeing you both.” My lie is sour on my tongue, but I can be nice. “I’ll let you get back to it.”
“Oh,” Dean calls out. “I spoke with Gary.”
“Gary?”
“The city planner.” He grimaces. “I’m sorry, but I’m unable to help with your friend’s troubles. While your friend was able to prove his building meets environmental and zoning codes, the one that’s worrying is the transportation code. Because the building will house many new people in an already heavily congested area, Gary has concerns and is more than hesitant to approve such a rehab of the building. He says he’s working diligently on a solution for the transportation issue, but it’ll take time. Most likely months, maybe even a year to properly analyze.”
A year? Fucking prick.
“I appreciate your trying,” I grit out.
“This is my town. I do what I can to better it.” Dean lifts his chin, his brown eyes narrowing. “Remember that.”
A barely concealed threat.
“Enjoy your coffee.” I turn away from him and place my order. Once I have a dozen donuts and a coffee of my own, I stop by their table. Both men wear smug expressions.
“Yes?” Dean asks, craning his head up to look at me.
“I think it’s great how welcoming Brigs Ferry Bay is to the LGBTQ community. When I got the call my little brother Callan had been in a fight, I was just sure he was the victim of hate. Imagine my surprise when it was all a misunderstanding and he befriended none other than the mayor’s son.” I nod, flashing him a wide grin. “I can’t thank you enough for your support. It means a lot to us.”
His face burns bright red. I exit the shop before he has a chance to reply. Fuck that bastard for being a homophobic prick.
The drive back to the B&B is short. I’m still smiling like an idiot, grinning over my little jab at Dean, when I pull into the drive.