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)
“No, you wouldn’t have. I know you better than that,” he tells me, before adding, “just know that now I have some pretty great expectations for the date you pick.”
“A challenge? Well, I’ll take to this just like we take to the bedroom,” I tease, trying not to get too serious. “Keep this up, and I’ll make sure to reward that big dick of yours.”
The sun is setting now, the streetlights turning on around the booths. The crowd is thinning out slightly, but there’s still a lot of people here and a lot to see.
“Come on, now,” Hayden says. “We only have a little more time until they shut this place down.” He pushes to his feet, then holds out his hand for me to take. I do, and he helps me up, as I thread my fingers through his.
We make our way through the rest of the exhibits. He waits patiently as I talk to him about things he probably doesn’t really care about, but he listens because he knows I do.
“Why do you like this style so much?” he asks me.
“Probably from being a street kid for a short amount of time. It’s how people express themselves. There’s a beauty in it that many people don’t see.”
“Oh my God. You are all fucking heart, Cody. Who would have known?”
“Shh. You’ll ruin my street cred,” I tease.
We finish making our way through the exhibits together and have a couple of drinks more before we take an Uber home.
When the car pulls up in front of Metropolis, we stumble out, both of us a little tipsy from the drinks we had before we left.
The urge shoots through me to say thank you again, to make sure he really does understand how much this evening meant to me.
As we’re heading into the main entry, I grab Hayden and push him against the side of the building. “Thank you for a wonderful evening. You’re pretty good at this date thing. I think I’m going to like going on more dates with you.”
“I think I’m going to like going on more dates with you too,” he replies, his fingers digging into my hips which makes my cock start paying attention.
I cover his mouth with mine, slip my tongue past his lips and he relaxes into my hold. He feels so damn good against me, tastes so damn good on my tongue.
He hugs me, his hands sliding up and down my back and moans into my kiss. I sneak my hand between us, rub his crotch with my palm and then grab his waist before I get us arrested because I can’t keep my hands off him.
Forcing myself to break our kiss, I say, “You keep wining and dining me like that and you’re going to have a really good sex life.” Because the date was great, but sex at the end of a date makes it even better. “Now, why don’t we get upstairs and make this the most mind-blowing date either of us has ever been on?”
He smiles. “That sounds like a very good idea.”
I let my eyes roam up and down his body because he looks really fucking good tonight. “By the way, where did you get this shirt? Is it new?”
“What?” His brows pull together as though my question surprises him.
“I was wondering earlier—before we came out. Don’t get me wrong. I really like it. Just haven’t seen you wear it, and you look hot as hell. Jesus, your arms are fucking big right now.” The grin on his face grows even more like I just said the perfect words to him. “What? You’re tripping me out here.”
“Nothing,” Hayden says. “I just…I’m glad you noticed.” Pushing forward, he takes my mouth again. “Now come on. I want to take you upstairs and show you just how much I appreciate you.”
“Well, fuck,” I say as he begins dragging me away. “I’ll notice your shirt every day if this is the reward I get.”
29
Hayden
“Can you see the abs?” Derek asks. In a green elf hat and matching shorts and shoes, he sits on a naughty Santa’s lap. The Santa has dark scruff under his beard, and his red coat is open to reveal thick curly black hairs across his chest. He’s the sexy silver fox type. The kind of guy Derek would have a lot of fun with. It won’t surprise me if they hook up since they haven’t stopped playing around ever since I arrived at the party.
Naughty Santa sits in a cushioned red chair before a backdrop of the North Pole, Derek lounging in his lap, tensing his abs so that I can get those in the picture. Naughty Santa looks down at his abs and groans.
Derek smirks like he’s so goddamn proud of himself for the way he’s driving this guy crazy.