Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
One of the usual workers, Natalie, sees us and waves. We never change what we order. She’ll have it on the screen and already started before we make it to the cash register which is nice. Once we have our iced coffees, we sit on a sofa near the window. A man in a business suit taps away on a laptop, completely focused on his work, and will no doubt be able to tune out our yapping.
After we shoot the shit for a few minutes, I let out a ragged sigh and pin my friend with an intense stare. “I’m having boy problems.”
Rhett’s been there for me since kindergarten. He was there when I started figuring out I was gay. In fact, it was because of him I got my first boner in front of other people. I’d slept over with a few of our friends in the seventh grade. Rhett, at the time, clueless to my strange feelings, had mooned us to be funny. I caught sight of his dick and just…yeah. It was awful and humiliating. Luckily, he was the only one who noticed. Later, he confronted me about it, and then helped me realize I liked guys. He never judged me or was weird about it. I was accepted from the start.
“Don’t tell me you’re fucking your roommate.”
I groan and rub my palm over my face. The guy on the computer nearby doesn’t even flinch.
“We’re not fucking,” I grumble. “That’s the problem.”
It’s annoying how he knows me so well. If there’s someone I shouldn’t be attracted to or date, I am attracted to them and do want to date them. It’s amazing I never wanted to sleep with my best friend, but thankfully, I never have.
“Is he straight?” He sips on his drink and cocks his head to the side to study me. “Oh no. This isn’t one of those situations where you think you can turn him bisexual is it?”
Unfortunately, I’ve tried and failed on many occasions.
“I think he’s at least bi-curious,” I say with a crooked grin. “But for real, the guy gets hard as fuck around me.”
The businessman cuts his icy blue eyes over to me, sweeps his gaze over my body and then back to my lips, and winks before going back to his work. Typically, that would send a thrill shooting through me and I’d hit on the guy. Not today. Right now, I want to sort out my feelings for Derek.
“So you want him and that’s obvious by the way you’re whining,” Rhett says unhelpfully. “He wants you because he physically reacts around you. What’s the issue?”
Rhett is always straightforward and never has time for mind games. He’ll be a great attorney one day.
“It’s me, I think,” I confess. “Or, maybe it’s him. Ugh, I don’t know.”
Frowning, I chug down my drink as I try to make sense of my thoughts.
“Oh,” Rhett says, grinning and eyes flashing with mischief. “You actually like him and not for a quick fuck like your usual.”
The businessman is watching us again, but I ignore him. “I do. He’s just, uh, different than my usual type.”
“This isn’t a bad thing,” Rhett says to me and then addresses the man. “You heard my buddy, he’s into someone different than his usual.” He flicks his wrist toward the man as if to indicate he’s the norm for me, because he is. “You’re not bagging my boy here. Stop salivating all over your tie, fuckface.”
The man sneers at him and then snatches his stuff up before storming off. It was rude as hell, but Rhett is territorial over the people he cares about. I’m actually glad the guy is now gone and no longer staring at me.
“I want to know more about him than just his dick,” I blurt out. “I mean, I want to see his dick too, trust me. I want to get really, really familiar with it. But I also want to straddle his lap and kiss his handsome mouth for hours. I’m broken. Why am I broken?”
Rhett chuckles. “I’m pretty sure this is a healthier route for you. Maybe you’re not broken but something inside of you is fixing itself.”
I know I have daddy issues. Been having them since Dad started riding my ass about soccer and college and my future at the end of fifth grade.
“What do I do?”
He shrugs. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to kiss him, dammit.”
“So kiss him.”
“But what if I scare him away?” I say with a groan. “I don’t want to mess shit up with us.”
“There’s only one way to find out.” He playfully punches my arm. “Since when are you afraid of anything?”
I never cared until now.
There’s something about Derek that gets under my skin.
“He called me hubby and brought me cookies.” A stupid grin stretches over my face.