Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I’d die for him if I had to. No doubt about it.
25
TRISTAN HALL
Staying back at Gabe’s wasn’t as scary as I’d made it out to be in my head. Admittedly, the first couple of nights were pretty difficult. I felt like a kid again, but I had to ask Gabriel to leave the light on for the first night. He didn’t even think twice about it, getting up from the bed and flicking it on before climbing back in, his arms forming a cave I could escape into and feel safe in.
It was nice. Beyond nice. It felt like I was slowly crawling out of my own grave. I had been so close to giving up, losing the spark and just turning into a monotonous robot. But Gabriel came into my life and changed all that. I was excited about life for once. It reflected in my work, my diet, my exercise.
I wanted to thank him somehow. Nothing I could do would really encompass how grateful I was that Gabe was mine, but I had to at least try. That’s why, as he was showering and getting ready for tonight’s book club, I went out to the front and grabbed the Amazon order I had gotten delivered, dragging it into the garage and hiding the box behind a dusty corner.
With the box hidden, I went back into the house, going to the steam-filled bathroom, where Gabe was toweling himself off. All six feet and three inches of himself, dripping and shining under the white vanity lights. I shook my head, unable to comprehend how the hell I’d landed such a hot hunk of a man.
“You ready?” he asked casually as he dried off his hair, his heavy cock swinging between his legs, crowned by a dark bush.
I was instantly hard. If we weren’t already running fifteen minutes late, I would have dropped to my knees and sucked the water droplets right off his thick cock.
Instead, I exhibited some self-control and went to brush my teeth instead. “Ready when you are,” I said, watching Gabe’s bare ass jiggle its way out of the bathroom. He came back dressed in khaki shorts and a black V-neck T-shirt. I glanced down, smiled.
“Are you not wearing any underwear?” I asked, noticing the bulge.
“Is it that obvious?”
“A little bit,” I said. I reached out and grabbed a handful, kissing him with my minty breath. “Stay like that. It’ll make things easier for when we get back home.”
He chuckled and wiggled his crotch in my grip as he kissed me back.
We somehow managed to finish getting ready without getting dickstracted. Five minutes later and we were in the car, heading toward Jake and Noah’s new house. Now that the two were finding a groove together, they’d decided to pull another big trigger and get a mortgage together.
Their new house was in Decatur, a tree-covered neighborhood with a mix of modest homes that were very obviously flipped to large mansions with huge front yards and expensive cars lining the cobblestone driveways.
Jake and Noah lived in neither, having bought a recently renovated home from the 1950s, complete with oddly angled windows and a stretched-out garage that looked ready to dock a spaceship. The exterior sported a fresh coat of paint, black with slate-gray trim, a bright blue door drawing the eye. We walked past a row of lavender bushes and stepped onto the porch. The sounds of our friends already inside drifted through the open windows. I could hear Jess’s high-pitched laugh and Eric’s gravelly voice.
I rang the doorbell and was soon greeted by a smiling Noah, looking good in a pair of black pants and a bright blue shirt, a small pink whale winking at me from the chest pocket.
“Noah, are you kidding me right now? This place is beautiful, man.” I gave him a tight hug and stepped inside, smelling a mix of cleaning products and fresh roses, likely coming from the big red candles flickering above the fireplace.
“You haven’t even gotten the full tour yet. Come,” Noah said, waving us in as he walked us through the house. We greeted the gang, who were gathered in the sunken living room, sitting around a buffet of snacks: cheeses and olives and almonds, surrounding a bucket of icy-cold champagne, wine, and beer. Noah then took us through all the rooms, showing us the one he was most proud of: the library. It doubled as Noah’s office, now that he worked from home half of the week. It was a cozy space, the walls covered in beautiful rich green wallpaper. There were four connected bookcases, all of them looking like they were pulled right out of a time machine, with clawed legs and ancient-looking wood, the trim intricately detailed with swoops and curves as if it were made of clay. Each shelf was packed to the brim with books, spines facing outward in a colorful display of stories.