Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Mason and Harley get into an argument over lyrics, so I stand, call myself Switzerland, and tell them I’m turning in. But when I head upstairs, I bypass my room and knock on Jordan’s door instead.
When he tells me to come in, I find him staring out his window. He turns to me with a smug smile.
He’s shirtless, showing off every lean, tight muscle his torso has to offer. “What’s up? I heard yelling. Do you need me to protect you from the other big, bad boy band members? Ooh, maybe you should change your name from Eleven to BBB… B. Big Bad Boy Band.”
“Yes, because we are so threatening with our boyish good looks and these dance moves.” I dramatically do a body roll and then a spin.
Jordan cracks up. “Stop before you traumatize me.”
“I’ll stop. I, uh, had an idea.” And it’s probably completely stupid and idiotic, but here I am. “About the whole Method acting … thing.”
“You’re here to take me up on my offer, then?”
“Offer?” I play dumb. The whole offhanded blowjob comment was a joke, I know that, but I’d be lying if I didn’t consider it. Maybe for a split second. Just to see if I could get into it.
Jordan turns all the way toward me now, and as much as I tell my eyes to stay locked on his, they don’t listen and sweep down and over his body, landing on the very obvious and impressive bulge in the front of his sweatpants.
Jordan chuckles, and I force my gaze back up to his face.
“Yeah, that offer.” His voice has taken on a raspy quality that sounds like sex, and my dick twitches.
“I didn’t say anything.”
He stalks toward me. “You didn’t need to. Your eyes said it all.”
“Are you always this self-assured?” I’m unable to keep my gaze off his abs as he moves closer. I know he started out as an underwear model, but you could bounce quarters off them they’re so hard.
“Proving my point. My face is up here.” He points.
“You’re such a dick.” I laugh. “I’m wondering what your routine is. Your abs …”
“Uh-huh. My routine. Next you’ll be asking if you can feel them for comparison, and before you know it, you’re on your knees begging to taste my cock. It’s how it always happens with the straight boys.”
“Sure it is.”
Something sad flashes across his eyes. “I wish I was joking.”
“Wha—”
He shakes it off. “So what’s this idea?”
“I was thinking of pretending to be Madden and Eamon while we’re here. Kind of like living in our roles full-time until we have to go back?”
“Mmhmm, and what would this ‘pretending’ involve?”
“No sex,” I say firmly.
“Oh, so no fun parts. Got it.”
“I figure if I pretend you’re my boyfriend, I’ll get used to affection and stuff?” My voice cracks, and I clear my throat.
“Were you wanting to stay in character or—”
“No, I think we can still be us. I’m able to switch in and out of Madden’s head well enough now, but the physical stuff, I’m still awkward and stiff.” I realize how that sounds. “Uh, not stiff. Not, like, that …”
Jordan smirks, the fucker.
“You know what I mean,” I say.
“All right then. If you think it’ll help.” Without warning, Jordan pulls me against him and slides his hands down my back to hold me close. His mouth is just inches away, his warm breath on my skin.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Are we not getting started already?”
“Oh. Umm, ’kay.” Could I sound more unsure?
“You really know how to stroke a man’s ego,” he murmurs.
His lips part, and as he moves in, I prepare to kiss him again, but at the last second, Jordan leans his head to the side and kisses me on the cheek.
“Maybe we should start slow.” He steps back, and I’m surprised by the piercing disappointment in my gut.
“Slow?”
“Well, yeah. It’s not like Madden and Eamon are instant boyfriends. We’ll ease you into it.” Then, he unleashes the most Jordan smile I’ve seen yet. It’s all cocky and self-assured. “You’ll be changing your mind on the sex thing before you know it.”
I snort. “Sure. Okay.”
“Wanna sleep in here tonight? Close proximity and all that. I’ll even promise to stick to my side of the bed.”
It makes sense, but I hesitate.
“Already changing your mind on the sex thing? Or scared you will if you share a big, spacious bed with all this?” Jordan gestures to his body.
“You’re so conceited.”
“Is it conceited when I have a proven track record?”
“Of getting straight guys into bed?”
“Let’s see.” Jordan holds up a finger. “There was Ben, obviously.”
“Ben said in an interview he’s known his whole life he was gay, but he was too scared to come out until he met you.”
He ignores me. “My best friend in college and I dated, but we were both pretty much smitten for the same guy. The same straight guy. Guess who hooked up with him first?”