Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Embarrassing Dad.
Me: We can discuss this later. Someone just came in.
Mom: Real quick. How did the date go?
Me: She’s lovely.
She sends me a bunch of heart eye emojis, completely over the fact her youngest son has left home and she doesn’t seem to give two shits about it. My phone buzzes again and I almost ignore it until I catch Dante’s name.
Dante: If a guy wanted to grab lunch and hope to bump into a sexy sheriff, where would he go?
I glance up at the clock that’s nearing noon and grin as I reply.
Me: Guys bump into each other all the time at Martha Joy’s. The crunchy Maine clams are the best thing you’ll ever put in your mouth.
Dante: Hmm, I’ll be the judge of that. I’ve recently had something pretty damn delicious in my mouth.
My cock stiffens in my jeans.
Me: You make it very…hard…to work.
Dante: Which is why you need to break for lunch. My treat.
I freeze at his words. Sounds an awful lot like a date. And, no matter how much I crave to date a guy like a normal fucking gay man, I know it’s not going to happen.
Dante: So skittish. I’m not asking you out on a date. I’m asking to bump into you. I swear I’ll keep my hands to myself.
Me: Sorry…this shit just freaks me out.
Dante: I know. Meet me there in fifteen. I’ll be the hot one with the chub in his pants because he can’t stop thinking about his secret rendezvous later.
Jesus, this guy is such a fucking flirt. And dammit, it feels good to be on the receiving end of it. A long time ago, Kian and I had easy banter…
Before I overthink things and deny myself this feeling, I reply back to him.
Me: I’ll be the sexy sheriff with a matching chub.
Dante: They could be twins… Am I right?
I chuckle and respond back.
Me: I’m not sure. I’ll have to take a closer look and get back to you.
Dante: Goddamn you. You made me miss the green light.
Me: Don’t text and drive, big city man.
He doesn’t respond, which makes me feel better knowing he’s focusing on the road. I pocket my phone and grab my coat.
“Where you off to in such a hurry?” Brie asks, her blond brow arched in question. “And why are you smiling like you’re happy? You don’t do happy, Jax.”
I flip her off. “Go meddle in someone else’s love life.”
Her eyes widen. “Love life?”
“I…” I trail off, struggling to correct my error. “Do not repeat that to Cato.”
She pretends to zip her lips and then giggles. “I’ll expect a full report later, Sheriff.”
“Not going to happen, Larsen.”
“Come on,” she complains as I head for the door. “My vagina has cobwebs it’s so dry and abandoned. A girl has to live vicariously through her besties!”
“I’m sure Cato can regale you with more sordid tales than your vagina can handle. I’ll be back in a bit. Bye, nosy ass.”
Ignoring whatever else she throws at me, I head outside. It’s a sunny Friday afternoon, but still cold as fuck. My body is burning with the need to see Dante. I’m anxious for this work day to be over with so I can get him into my bed.
Holy shit.
The image of Dante naked and beneath me as I thrust into him is almost too much to handle. I’ve been sex starved for too long. The few women I’ve been with over the years don’t count. I fucked them out of necessity.
This, I want.
So fucking badly.
It’s almost like…
I cross First Street and then Main, coming to stand right in front of Blur & Focus. A familiar longing tugs at my heart, but I know it’s a lost cause. I ruined what I had with Kian and unless I can be honest with myself and my family, then I’ll never get another chance with him. What Dante offers me is a break from reality. He’s willing to play my fucked-up game and give me a taste of the life I desperately crave. It’s dangerous because I know I’ll grow addicted to the pleasure.
I’ll only have a taste.
A few tastes.
No one gets addicted that easily. It’s called sating an urge. Fulfilling a need. Then, it’s back to business as usual.
Turning from Kian’s bar & club, I head next door to Martha Joy’s Seafood Restaurant. Just as I’m walking up, a familiar black Range Rover whips into an empty spot. Dante climbs out looking hot as fucking ever. My mouth waters to stride up to him, grab his face, and kiss him until we’re both breathless.
His maddening smirk says he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Sheriff Bell? Is that you?” he asks, feigning shock. “What a coincidence. Want to join me for lunch and talk official Chamber business?”
I chuckle. “I think that’s a great idea, Mr. Kincaid.”