Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 85561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I was about to tell him I wasn't hungry when his words registered. "Brooks went to Casper?" I asked in surprise. Casper was several hours away, but it was one of the bigger cities in the state. I couldn't help but wonder why Brooks had gone there.
"Yeah, he wanted to go check out some club or something in the city. Rainbow something… " Curtis said with a wave of his hand.
"The Rainbow Bar and Inn?"
"That's it," Curtis said as he reached for the papers on the table. "You've heard of it?"
Heard of it? It was one of the few places I'd traveled to for the sole purpose of meeting guys for hookups. Although the bar had an attached motel that they called an inn, it was nothing more than a place for their patrons to get together for an hour or the night or whatever. The place wasn't a dump, but it wasn't some classy hotel that catered to tourists or business travelers.
Why the hell did Brooks go there?
"Ninety days?"
"What?" I asked Curtis.
He was still studying the paperwork. He looked up at me and asked, "It's a ninety-day training contract?"
"Yeah," I said automatically. "Was Brooks planning on staying the night in Casper?"
"Not sure," Curtis responded. He took a sip of his coffee, which made me want to rip it out of his hand so he could focus on answering my question. "Said he might. If the place was what he thought it was. Said he needed a break… he thought Casper would be more like home."
Home as in New York. New York which was probably flooded with gay bars. You could probably walk five steps and find a guy willing to hook up for an anonymous fuck. Hell, what if Brooks was planning to use one of the apps to find some guy and skipped the bar altogether? The idea of someone touching Brooks the way I’d touched him had me seeing red.
"Hey," Curtis said, "You break that chair, you fix it." I had no idea what he was talking about until I looked down and saw that I had both my fists wrapped around the back of the empty chair across from him. I released it and tried to relax my hands.
"I figured that boy had earned himself a good time," Curtis said. "I told him to stay the weekend. Explore everything Casper has to… offer."
"He should be here working," I snapped. "I mean, isn't that why he came out here in the first place? How the hell does he expect to go home if he’s not here doing the work? And Casper may not be as big as New York but it’s still a city… he could meet the wrong person…"
My comments were met with silence, and when I looked down at Curtis, I saw him watching me curiously. "You sound kind of worried about him," he said.
"No, of course not," I responded. "Let me know if you have any questions about those," I somehow managed to say before I turned and left the kitchen. I heard Curtis yell something about the stew he had left over, but food was the last thing on my mind. My strides ate up the ground as I walked back to the foreman's house. I tried to focus on the things I wanted to work on tonight in the house, but all I could see was Brooks.
Brooks arching his back as strange hands caressed his tempting body.
Brooks's soft mouth parting to accept another's kiss.
Brooks’s quiet, nervous voice as he asked for things he needed that he thought made him a freak, but actually made him even more sexy than he already was.
Would the guy who was with Brooks know how to respond to those requests? Would he make sure to pick up on the fact that Brooks even had those needs? Would he read him the way he needed to be read? Would he know how to touch him to bring him the most pleasure? Would he drink down the sound of Brooks’s moans and whimpers as Brooks’s willing body accepted him, drew him in, gave back all the pleasure he was being given himself?
The answer to all those questions, of course, was an unequivocal no. But more importantly was that I wanted to kill any man who even dared try to find out the answers.
Rage burned within me as I considered all the men who’d be all over Brooks at that bar. He’d get an endless number of offers.
I actually found myself turning around and heading back to the main house to insist Curtis call his nephew and tell him to come home when I realized what I was doing. I stopped and drew in several deep breaths to try to calm myself, but the jealousy burned bright, and it was accompanied by the fear that Brooks could pick the wrong man… someone who would see Brooks as easy prey and hurt him, maybe even worse.