Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Should he take off his towel? Not take off his towel? Lie on the bed? Continue to stand there like a fucking idiot? Shane settled on the last option.
It was no time at all before he heard the door open again. And before he knew it, Van stepped back into the room, camera in hand, wearing nothing but jeans, a sexy smile, and messy hair. Shane begged to differ with Van. Out of the two of them, he was pretty sure Van was the beautiful one. Not that Shane didn’t know he was attractive, because he did. Van had just always been a little more…well, a little more of everything. It was what had attracted everyone to him as a kid, but he knew Van had been a little more of things like lonely and scared too.
“Where do you want me?” Shane finally asked.
Van’s grin grew, which made Shane smile in return. “Oh, that’s a dangerous question. My answer might be anywhere and everywhere. Oh, hey. Cute dimples.”
“Dimples?” Shane asked. Where in the fuck had that come from?
“You have them. I didn’t realize until just now. Makes you look a little innocent. Sorry, I blurt out random shit from time to time.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Shane replied and Van winked.
“Good because I really wasn’t.”
Shane got a strange, airy, feeling in his chest. “You’re crazy.”
“A crazy photographer who is fucking giddy over getting to play around with you.”
Yeah…Shane was pretty fucking giddy over it himself. “Where do you want me?” he asked again, because it was easier than returning Van’s sentiment.
Van put his camera to his face and snapped a picture.
“Hey, I wasn’t ready yet.”
“I beg to differ. You have my dick hard at just the thought of doing this. And that photo was perfect. How far are we going here, Shane?”
The truth was, he didn’t know. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Van would keep his photographs between the two of them, and he definitely wasn’t ashamed of his body, but that didn’t mean he’d ever considered having nude pictures of himself out there. “Not sure. I’ll let you know as we go along.”
Van nodded once. “Fair enough. And if you want me to, I’ll get rid of these photos the second we’re done. Whatever you want, okay?”
But he didn’t want that. He wasn’t sure what he wanted but that wasn’t it. “I’m fine.”
“Duh.”
Shane grinned and Van snapped another photo. Christ, he felt dumb. “I’m not a model.”
“You don’t have to be. I’m not asking you to be. I just…I just want you to be Shane.”
Be Shane. Okay. He could do that. “Maybe we should be at the shop for this, then? I could bend over, hands under the hood…” The joke did its job and untwisted some of the nerves tying him up.
“We can do that next time.” Van stepped closer and snapped another picture. “I wasn’t joking when I said anytime and everywhere. I don’t think you know just how incredible you are.”
Van walked forward and brushed his thumb over one of Shane’s nipples, which instantly hardened. A soft, unexpected moan snuck past Shane’s lips as a tremor shocked through him. His skin began to feel too tight…too hot…and damn it felt good.
“You’re hard,” Van nodded down and yeah, without looking, Shane knew the towel was tented.
Van leaned in and sucked the same nipple, getting it wet before pulling back and taking a photo of it.
His skin got tighter still…his body even hotter. His dick even harder. “It’s…thrilling. Like I’m high or something. Christ, we haven’t even done anything yet.”
“We will,” Van said before sucking Shane’s other nipple. He bit into Shane’s pectoral just enough to leave marks and nearly make Shane come.
“This how you get all the men to do what you want?” he teased, and Van stopped.
“No. I told you, I don’t usually do this. Not even playing around.”
But he was doing it for Shane…and Shane wanted him to.
When Shane smiled, Van took another picture. “Couldn’t help it. Those fucking dimples kill me. Will you lie on the bed?”
What Shane really wanted was to sink his dick into Van’s ass again. His whole body was on fire. His dick was aching. It was turning him on in ways he didn’t expect, having his photo taken. The thought that people might see it. Maybe he was a closet exhibitionist and never knew? “Yeah.” He walked over and asked, “Should I fix the blankets?”
“Don’t you fucking dare. You’re walking sex, Shane. We want the bed messy. Want everyone to know you just ravaged someone in it.”
He palmed his dick through the plush towel. “This is fucking killing me.” Who would have thought that would get to him so much?
“Good.” Van gave him a devilish grin before pushing his curls off his forehead. “Now lie down. Keep the towel on for now.”