Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
When I caught Cody checking Lance out, I figured he was perfect. The look on his face when we approached him, the way his gaze moved back and forth between us, told me everything I needed to know. He was eager to do whatever. No uneasiness. No need to play games or convince him of anything. We spent maybe ten minutes chatting before we headed back to our place at Viewpoint together.
It was supposed to be fun.
It was supposed to be good for our relationship.
Boy, did that blow up in my face.
“No need to get all weird about it,” Cody says. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“No, I’m sorry. Shit. I didn’t mean to—”
A sound catches my attention, and I turn and see an older woman stepping out of the unit adjacent to Cody’s.
She smiles uncomfortably and says hi, and I return her greeting. I’m blushing so fucking hard right now. I never blush.
Dammit.
I turn back to Cody, who beams. He’s enjoying this, I can tell. He crosses his arms, slim but muscular in the tank he wears. He leans against the doorframe. In the bright lights of the hallway, the shades of red in his hair are more apparent now than when I first chatted him up at the bar or even when we brought him back to the condo.
He sizes me up, and it reminds me of the way he looked at me that night. It’s like he’s cruising me at a bar, but I can’t tell if he’s interested or if I’m just so fucking horny these days that I’m reading it that way. I’m so fucking off my game, and I don’t like it.
“Look,” I say. “I didn’t mean to snap, and about that night—”
“You didn’t do anything wrong either.” His deep voice hits my ear just right so that my dick twitches. “Whatever. Just come in. We’re not having this conversation with you hanging in the hall.”
“Thank you.”
He guides me inside, and I check out his place. It’s the same as Gary’s unit, so I know these bedrooms have a hell of a lot more square footage than the studio Lance and I were living in.
“Beer?” he asks as he leads me into the kitchen that’s to the left of the door. A long bar divides the kitchen from the adjoining living room.
He has some framed graffiti art hanging on the walls and a stack of vinyl records on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
“Sure,” I reply.
He fetches a bottle from the fridge. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a keychain with a bottle opener on the end, and pops the cap before handing me one.
“Thanks,” is all I figure I can say, especially as the number five hundred keeps echoing in the back of my mind, reminding me that regardless of how awkward this is, I don’t have the luxury of being picky as long as I’m still living with my mother. I love her, but I need to be back in the city, and I don’t have many options right now.
“I take it things didn’t go well with your guy,” he says. “What was his name? Lance?”
“Yeah, that’s him.”
“You okay?”
I’m shocked by what sounds like sincere concern about my relationship with a guy who was a dick to him after our attempted three-way. I sure wasn’t expecting that.
“Um,” I say. “I’m getting through it. Why did you say your name was Dean?”
“Like I said, that’s technically part of my name. I didn’t make it up off the top of my head. Maybe I like going by Dean when I’m about to trick out with two guys at the same time.” He winks and smirks like he enjoys reminding me about that night.
“Fair point. Again, I can’t say how sorry I am for what happened.”
He shrugs. “That’s the way it goes sometimes.”
“Sometimes?”
“With threesomes. I’ve had a few, and that’s not the first time a guy’s totally freaked out about it.”
“That sounds like an understatement.”
“He didn’t throw a punch or anything, so in my mind, that’s a good night.”
“A guy punched you?”
“Hell yeah. He didn’t have a problem with me messing around with him, but when I started screwing around with his man, the party was over. Sound familiar?”
“This switch goes off in his head sometimes when it comes to sex. More whenever it involves me. I could feel him tensing up when you were about to kiss me, but you’d just kissed him for like a whole minute, so I thought I’d get a turn…if you know what I mean.”
My gaze drifts to those full pink lips, my dick stiffening as I go back to that night and how fucking turned on I was by him…before everything went to shit.
“Yeah,” he says. “I figured since he had his tongue down my throat for a couple of minutes, he would’ve been cool with me doing the same with you. But I noticed you sure weren’t weird about it when I was kissing him.”