Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Luckily, some people leave as we approach, so we’re able to step right up to the counter.
“Hey, Pu—” I basically jump over the counter and smack my hand against Perry’s mouth to keep him from finishing.
“Don’t you dare.”
I pull my hand back, and Perry tells me, “Say the words.” He means for me to tell him not to call me puppy, but I don’t. I’m not sure why, but instead I just roll my eyes.
“What was that about?” Casey’s brows draw together.
“Nothing. He just likes to give me shit.”
“I saved his life. I’m allowed.” Perry leans against the counter.
“You gonna introduce us or what?” Ty pokes his brother in the side with his finger.
“I didn’t even grow up with him, and he’s still annoying.”
“No I’m not. You love me. Everyone loves me. I’m Tyson Langley, the funnier and better-looking brother. Let me guess, you’re…party boy?” The knowing tone confirms Perry told him what happened between us. I try not to let my cheeks heat, but I don’t succeed.
“What does that mean?” Avery asks.
“Just the friend I met at a party and saved his life,” Perry cuts in. “Ty, this is Theo and…”
I add, “Avery, Casey, and—”
“Jack,” he cuts in, giving all his attention to Perry.
Jesus, could he be any more obvious?
Perry smiles at him but doesn’t seem to flirt back when he says, “Nice to meet you all. This is Ty, obviously, and his boyfriend, Daddy Brax.”
“Hey, didn’t the lacrosse team use to call you Asshole Bartender?” Casey teases.
Brax scowls at Ty. “Why are you making me be around people? You know I don’t like them.”
I try to stifle my laughter, but before anyone can call me on it, Ty says, “Yes, but you love me and are willing to make any sacrifice to spend as much time with me as possible.”
“You’re pushing it, Lacrosse.” Brax’s voice is lower, and I’m pretty sure whatever he just said is meant to get Ty all hot and bothered.
“I’m taking my break,” Ty says to Perry, then drags Brax off the stool, and they go to the back.
“Are they…?”
“Yes,” Perry answers before I can finish my sentence. “They have sex in public places. It’s a thing.”
Well, shit. My sisters and I definitely didn’t know those kinds of things about each other, and I can’t say I’m not thankful for it.
“So…what’s your drink specialty?” Jack leans over the counter, similarly to how Perry was doing a moment ago. It puts them closer together.
“Hm…well, I’m fond of The Leg Spreader…Sex on the Beach, of course, but one of my favorites is a Screaming Orgasm. I’m very, very good at those.” Perry’s voice is low and flirty, but also playful. I can see him giving that response to anyone. It fits who he is, but my stomach cramps up.
“I’ll take a Screaming Orgasm. Those are my favorites too,” Jack answers, and before I can figure out what I’m doing and why, I’m tugging him off the counter. Clearly, he’s leaving his car at the bar tonight and not being our DD.
“Okay, that’s enough from you.” I laugh nervously because there’s really no reason for me to stop my friend from flirting with my other friend. I pat Jack’s back awkwardly and suddenly want to crawl into a hole and hide. “I’ll take a Screaming Orgasm too,” I add because what the fuck else should I say?
Perry winks, and I’m pretty sure it’s in my direction and not Jack’s. “Coming right up.”
He makes the drinks, and we pay for them. Spending money wasn’t in my plan for tonight, but now I don’t really have a choice.
The bar picks up, and Perry has to leave us to, you know, do his job. My friends move away from the counter, and unless I want to be a stalking weirdo, standing there alone waiting for Perry, I have to go with them.
I sip my drink, and while it’s good, it’s not as good as an orgasm, something I haven’t had in a while unless I’m having them with myself.
Avery leads us to a group of guys that I don’t recognize. “What’s up, Jordan,” he says to one of them and then I recognize the name. He’s on the baseball team. Avery used to play baseball too in high school, so he’s dragged me to a few games. I remember hearing him talk about Jordan before. I think they’re kinda friends.
“Hey, man. How’s it going? I’m surprised you have time to come out,” Jordan replies.
“For-fucking-real. Football season can keep me busy as fuck sometimes.”
Everyone starts talking, holding on a normal conversation while I nod and pretend to listen but my attention keeps getting pulled back to the bar, where I watch Perry work and talk to people. Everyone seems to enjoy chatting with him, Perry gesturing as he says stuff. I never realized he was such a hand talker.