Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Oliver kept Matthew in view as they moved toward the front door. “That isn’t necessary. I got here just fine by myself.”
“That’s nice.”
“Look, maybe this is still the way they do things in Ireland, but just like malt shops it’s a little old fashioned. I didn’t let you pay for my muffins and you don’t have to walk me to my car.”
Matthew bit the inside of his cheek. “I’m old fashioned? Go on. Grump will be thrilled to hear it. And here I thought we were going in the same direction anyway.”
Oliver scowled. “What you are is stubborn.”
“It takes one to know one.”
When they stopped at the bright blue Impala, Matthew whistled. “Nora was right. That is a lot of machine.”
“Who’s Nora?”
“Handsome guy at the front desk who likes breasts, remember? Who does it belong to?”
“Is it that obvious I don’t own this beast? Don’t answer that.” Oliver blew out a frustrated breath and leaned against the side of the car in question. “My cousin, Ruben. He agreed to let me borrow it for a month. He thinks it’s for a job.”
Matthew moved closer. “So you’re borrowing Ruben’s car to come to the gym?”
Oliver hesitated. “I’m usually more of a bicycle guy, but it’s too far away from where I live.”
What wasn’t he saying?
“You’re a mystery, Oliver. Why lie to your cousin and go so far out of your way to a place that you’d never heard of? I know for a fact it isn’t the only boxing club in town. And why boxing? You’re a professional dancer. Are you performing in the musical version of Rocky and Finn’s is your research?”
Oliver shook his head, leaning in to place his hands low on Matthew’s stomach. The touch burned through his shirt, distracting him completely.
“What are you doing?” he asked gruffly.
“So many questions. Before we start this new friendship, we should finish the date, don’t you think? For closure. This is how the best ones end.”
And then Oliver Garcia was kissing him as if his life depended on it.
One second after that, Matthew’s obsession took on a life of its own.
Chapter Four
Rory: This guy looks like he’d be a romantic. Maybe even a little old fashioned, despite his tiny stripper shorts. Since it’s your first experience with a man, go ahead and take your time. Foreplay is your friend. But lube is your BFF. I think I have an extra bottle in the car for emergencies.
Robert: Hold up! Are you telling him to take his time by having sex on the first date? What happened to, “A kiss at the door always leaves them wanting more?”
Rory: Your mother taught you that rhyme, didn’t she? Be honest.
Robert: Shove it up your lube bottle, Barbie.
All of Matthew’s senses were in overdrive.
He tasted caramel and cream and man. Smelled soap on warm skin and felt strong arms wrap around his waist, dragging him closer.
Oliver’s kiss was pure sex. Carnal and filthy and oh so fucking good he never wanted it to stop.
Had anything ever felt this good?
When Oliver’s erection brushed against his he had his answer.
That. That felt even better.
Lowering both his hands to Oliver’s tempting ass, Matthew let the need take over. He squeezed and massaged, dragging his heavy cock against Oliver’s again and again until the beautiful man was moaning helplessly into his mouth.
Matthew dragged him over to the hood of the car, lifting him up in a desperate bid to get closer. Strong thighs gripped his waist in response and he groaned his approval.
Yes. God, he could come like this. Dry humping in the parking lot like an oversexed teen and it was already better than any sex he’d ever had.
“I want to fuck you,” he rasped against Oliver’s jaw, his mouth closing over stubbled flesh to suck him. Bite him.
Fuck, he tasted sweet. “I know I should wait to admit it, take it slow, but Jesus, Legs. I’ve never wanted a ride so badly in my life.”
Oliver shuddered against him, legs tightening like a vise. “A ride, huh? I thought we agreed to be friends.”
Matthew nearly snarled, lifting his head to meet his eyes. “Tomorrow,” he reasoned, a heartbeat away from begging. “We’ll be friends tomorrow.”
He could feel the instant Oliver gave in, that lithe body going fluid against him, robbing him of coherent thought. God, he was ready to burst. Go up in flames, right here in front of the coffee shop.
“We need a bed,” he muttered impatiently.
Oliver’s hands were already under his shirt, the sensual touch making Matthew tremble. “Your place. I live with… Your place.”
Matthew lived in Seamus Finn’s old house with his sister. If she were home, she’d give him hell.
Oliver’s dick slid against his, and the sensation was enough to set him on fire and make his decision for him.
He’d risk it. “My place works.”
They kissed again until Oliver started laughing breathlessly against his mouth. “We have to separate soon or we’re going to get arrested.”