Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“In case you haven’t met me, I don’t love uncertainty,” I say.
“Then I’ll have to help you get some clarity around this later. Besides, I’m starting to question my initial conclusion. You could use some work on your form.” The playfulness in his expression suggests he doesn’t think that’s even a little bit true. Here’s the Ryan I’m more familiar with.
“Oh, really?” I say. “At what point did you determine that?”
“Probably when you were pinning my wrists and nibbling away at my lips like your life depended on it.”
“Is that why you were moaning into my mouth?”
“I was trying to make you feel better.”
Liar.
“I’ll bet,” I say, inching toward him, getting my lips close enough to earn a look that assures me he doesn’t have any issue with however I was working my mouth. “If I’m so bad, then you need a break from these sloppy kisses.”
His jaw stiffens. Even though we’re teasing, I can tell he’s being serious when he says, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He offers another peck but lingers before slipping his tongue out and sliding it along my bottom lip.
“Really?”
“Yeah, well, I told you earlier it’s all about practice.”
I chuckle into his mouth before he kisses me again. I kiss him right back, appreciating that once again it helps diffuse all the questions that would otherwise feel overwhelming.
What the fuck are we doing? I fucking hate this guy, but tonight he’s actually been cool with me. Very generous with helping me work this out. And his skin against mine…Jesus, nothing beats it.
Ryan finally pries himself away, grunting in a way that makes my cock twitch. That’s definitely not a straight reaction. But this guy could probably have chemistry with a house plant. He’s sex on legs.
He groans. “I do think we need to get to bed. Feel like I’ve done a proper assessment and this will help me with your Angie situation. But don’t forget you still owe me tango lessons.”
Angie? Tango? That’s how we wound up in this confusing mess to begin with.
“Yeah, you’re right,” I say.
“Night, Mart,” he says, licking up my lips before rolling off the bed.
He plops down on his air mattress, and I collapse back in bed, resting my hand on my chest as I stare at the ceiling.
How the hell am I gonna get any sleep after all that?
Although, I figure the answer is: I probably won’t.
*
“Marty, where did you head off to last night?” Lance asks as I step into the kitchen. In only pajama bottoms, he strokes Frat Cat with one hand and eats cereal with the other.
I agreed to show Ryan some tango moves if he would help me with girls, and somehow that resulted in us locking lips and leaving me questioning everything I’ve ever known about myself.
Not actually saying that. Obviously. So I keep those words locked in my throat, replying, “I headed up to bed early.”
He shrugs, then glances my way, his eyes bulging. “If you went to bed early, why do you look like you didn’t sleep all night?”
While it took Ryan maybe ten minutes to doze off, releasing that familiar deep breathing he does when he’s out, I spent the night rolling around in the sheets, my brain scrambled and my cock refusing to give me a moment’s peace.
Maybe because I was busy thinking about Ryan’s touch, his tongue teasing mine, his hot breath against my face. And while Ryan was sleeping like a baby, I found myself resenting him again, only this time because he left me in this confused state.
Am I into guys? I must be. But if that’s true, why didn’t I find that out until last night?
“I went up to bed but stayed up thinking.”
“Ah. Sounds about right.”
Nice to know I’m known for being so packed full of anxiety that this doesn’t raise any red flags for my buddy.
Last night, I considered whether I should say anything to him. He’s my best friend. He knows what it’s like to be attracted to guys and girls. Maybe he could help me understand what’s going on, but I’m such a bad liar, if he starts probing, he’ll work out it was Ryan I was doing stuff with. No matter how much I don’t like the guy, I wouldn’t put him in that position.
Not that he seemed particularly rattled, but it was easy to leave the world behind and be stupid in bed together, letting those primal urges control us when we didn’t have to think about what it’d be like this morning. Or how it would impact our lives beyond a few kisses.
“I’m gonna make an omelet,” I say, imagining if I got busy with something, it would help me relax. “You want one?”
“That’d be good. Thank you! Was gonna need something else besides this cereal anyway. Gonna get my workout in at the weight room in a bit.”