Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
He sucked me back into his mouth, and that was it. Three more slides down my shaft, and I shouted into the quiet club.
“Fuck, Alex, I’m coming. Your mouth is too good.” I clutched his head in my hands as I curled over him and trembled with the force of my orgasm. He swallowed around my dick, taking every damn drop as though he couldn’t bear to waste any of my load.
So damn hot.
At some point, my hand went from gripping his hair to petting his head, and about the time I realized that, I realized the bet was over.
And I’d most certainly lost.
I released Alex and sagged back against the chair, too fucking sated to move.
He wasn’t, though. He smirked and grabbed my wrist. “Four minutes and two seconds.” He tsked. “Guess I’m the winner.”
We stared at each other. He was on his knees with swollen lips and mussed hair, and I was sprawled in the chair with my legs so wide my thighs were beginning to ache. The air thickened with a different tension than had been there moments ago.
Now what?
My heart thudded. Guess I had to hold up my end of the bet.
I cleared my throat. The words didn’t want to come out. It turned out I liked working at Top Shelf. The crew was great, welcoming and friendly, like a little family. I enjoyed working with Alex most of all. “I’ll turn in my resignation tomorrow.”
Alex stood and, without saying a word, turned his back on me, walking away.
Fantastic. I huffed a self-deprecating laugh. “Guess that’s that,” I muttered. Forcing my sated body into action, I bent and retrieved my pants and shoes. After slipping back into my sweats, I sat again to don my shoes. As I tied the final sneaker, Alex approached with a glass in each hand and an obvious flagpole in his sweats.
He held out a glass with amber-brown liquid. “Thanks,” I said, though it sounded more like a question.
He sat at the table opposite me and then sipped his drink. “Don’t quit.”
My eyes widened. What was in his glass? It had to be something magical. I didn’t know how to respond, so I nodded, which seemed to be all he needed.
I sipped my drink and let the warmth of the liquid heat my insides. Ah, Macallan. The good stuff and my favorite. Had he known? I’d mentioned it a few times. Was Alex paying attention to what I said?
We sat across from each other in silence. It had to be somewhere close to three in the morning. At this time of night, the darkened, quiet club held a peace that was in stark contrast to the vibrant life during working hours. As we sipped our drinks, the silence changed from awkward and tense to an almost comfortable intimacy.
Or maybe it was all in my head. Regardless, my mouth opened, and words I never thought I would confess to Alex, of all people, flowed out.
“I lied,” I said as I rotated the whiskey tumbler in my hand.
Alex frowned. “What do you mean? Lied about what?”
Shrugging, I took another sip. “I told you, I came back home because I wanted to finish my degree here. Because I liked the program here better.”
His forehead wrinkled as he absorbed my words. “Okay… and that’s not the truth?”
“It is, but it’s not the whole truth, I…” Why was it so hard to say? I was so convinced that everyone I told would have a negative reaction and would react like my father did. I blew out a shaky breath.
Alex sat there patiently, wearing a curious expression but without a hint of judgment.
I almost laughed. He probably already had such a low opinion of me that nothing I could say would drag it lower.
Fuck it.
“I changed my major. The school here in Boston has a stellar master’s program for education. One of the top in the nation.”
Alex blinked. “I’m sorry, you’re gonna have to run that by me again.”
Chuckling, I sipped my drink. “I changed my major to education. I want to teach elementary school.” That’s it. My secret was floating in the universe now as I waited for the man who’d hated me from day one to pass judgment.
“Wow, Ryder, that is…”
I snorted. “Stupid? A waste of my parents’ money? A betrayal to my namesake? Laughable?”
“Really fucking brave.”
“You think?” I whispered, hating the vulnerability in my tone. “Doesn’t feel like it. I knew since high school that I didn’t want to follow in my father’s footsteps. Took me years of a degree I won’t use to muster the courage to do something about it.”
He shrugged. “You know how many people end up doing something different than what they thought or planned at eighteen?”
I sipped my drink as I watched him swirl the liquid in his. “No. Do you?”