Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
A knock sounded on the bar door. “That’s probably Laura. Give me a sec.”
Sure enough, his bartender had arrived a little early. That’d help him get everything done faster so he could spend more time with DJ. “Hey, Laura. I’m glad to see you.” He held the door open and stepped back for her to pass through.
“I’m glad to see you too.” She ignored the wide space and brushed her body against his instead. “It’ll be nice hanging out with you today.”
“Um.” He cleared his throat and stepped back. “I’m not staying. We shouldn’t be busy so you’ll be fine on your own.”
“Oh.” She frowned.
“Can you, uh…” He pointed to the side, indicating that she needed to move so he could close the door.
She got out of the way but didn’t go far, and as soon as Seamus closed and locked the door, she was back in his personal space. “That’s too bad. I thought we’d be here together.”
“Can you, uh…” He thought of what he could say to get her away from him. “…check to make sure the well’s full?”
“Sure.” She put her palm on his chest and looked up at him.
He moved away again, feeling very uncomfortable with the situation. “Thanks.” He walked toward the back of the bar where DJ was propped against a table with his arms crossed over his chest, grinning at him.
“You do realize she has a thing for you, right?” DJ whispered when he got close.
“I didn’t for a while, but people kept pointing it out so then I figured it out, but I don’t know how to make her stop!” he hissed. “It’s so awkward.”
DJ laughed, stood up straight, and leaned into him. “You’re not interested in her, right?”
“Of course not!” he said, affronted. “I want her to cut it out but she’s not getting the message.”
“In that case, I have an idea of how to get your point across without any uncomfortable conversations.”
“What’s your idea?”
“I’ll show you, but you can’t be mad at me later, okay?” he said quietly.
“What do you mean?” Seamus whispered back.
Their torsos were already touching, but DJ tipped his head up and moved his face closer. “Just promise me.” His voice was so low, Seamus could barely hear him. “Say you promise.”
“I promise.” He didn’t know what he was agreeing to, but he couldn’t imagine being mad at DJ for any reason.
“Okay.” Crystal blue eyes gazing into his, DJ raised his suddenly trembling hands and then gently trailed his fingertips over Seamus’s beard.
Captivated, he couldn’t move; he could barely breathe. And then DJ cupped both of Seamus’s cheeks and tugged him down as he surged up. When their lips almost touched, he said, “You can close your eyes and pretend I’m someone else if you want. I’ll be quick.”
“Why would I do that?” He had no interest in being that close to anyone else and he didn’t want to stop looking at DJ’s captivating eyes, but when soft lips pressed against his own, his eyes slipped shut without his permission. He could feel DJ’s hands on his face, smell his skin, and before he could stop himself, he parted his lips so that he could taste his husband.
DJ grunted in surprise when Seamus slid his tongue into his mouth, but thankfully, he didn’t pull away. He tasted as good as he smelled and Seamus desperately wanted more. He wrapped his arms around that narrow but strong body, lifted DJ onto the table behind him, and slotted himself between his knees.
“Mmm,” DJ moaned. He draped his arms over Seamus’s shoulders, locked his feet behind Seamus’s thighs, and buried his hands in Seamus’s hair.
It was as if his body had grown new pleasure receptors because no kiss or make-out session had ever affected him that way. Heart racing, he slid his hands from DJ’s waist to his hips, enjoying the shape of him almost as much as his flavor. Joy strummed beneath his skin and desire pierced through him. He never wanted the feelings to end. He lowered his hands, grasped DJ’s ass, and yanked him tightly against him as he deepened the kiss.
He had never felt that good. Thrusting and pulling, he ate at DJ’s mouth, swallowing his pleasured moans. Lost to the connection, he rubbed his cock over DJ’s belly, feeling his hardness against his own, and nearly cried at the incredible sensation.
Unfortunately, DJ tore his mouth away. “We have to stop,” he rasped. He cradled Seamus’s face and pressed their foreheads together as he sucked in air and searched his eyes. “Holy shit.”
Holy shit, indeed.
“Are we really doing this?” DJ asked between kisses.
Seamus had restrained himself as they scrambled out of the bar and upstairs to his house, but as soon as the door closed, he hoisted DJ up and pinned him against it. “I really fucking hope so.” He pressed his mouth to DJ’s again, unable to stay away.