Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I pulled my thoughts away from Ethan and back to Wade. “Yeah, I think that’d be a good idea,” I said. “Why don’t we head to my place?”
Wade grinned, and I could see the eagerness in his expression. “Sounds good. Let me go to the restroom real quick, and I’ll be right back.”
“Perfect. I’ve got to finish my cocktail anyway.”
“And I’ll finish off your cock as soon as we get out of here.”
I rolled my eyes, but as he headed to the restroom, disappointment raced through me.
I didn’t want to have sex with Wade. I wanted another experience with Ethan—another chance to be pressed up against his hot body, to feel him, to go so much further than what we did before. I knew I could have texted him, but considering how he left that card and how confident he was that we’d mess around again, I desperately wanted to prove him wrong.
He seemed like the kind of guy who liked to win, but I was the same way, so I didn’t want to wind up being the one losing to his arrogant ass…his hot, arrogant ass.
I retrieved the card from my wallet, assessing it: Ethan Harris, Principal Architect at Speer Partners, LLC. The cards were made from thick plastic stock. I figured a bunch of these must’ve cost him a pretty penny, but they were impressive as fuck, and he was clearly a guy who liked to impress.
I figured you’d show up at my door again, I texted him, not bothering to tell him who it was since I figured he’d know.
The moment I hit send, I regretted it.
What the fuck could have possessed me? I’d done such a good job of restraining myself all week, and then I totally caved because I talked myself into sending some dumbass text?
That wasn’t me. I wasn’t that guy who was desperate and needed to work up something with anyone who wasn’t interested. Hell, Wade was in the bathroom, about to come back out, and that was a guy who was willing to work it in the bedroom, who would do anything and any position and fucking beg for it. What reason did I have to keep thinking about Ethan? Although I knew part of it probably had to do with the fact that after what we shared, he could just go MIA on me.
My phone buzzed, and I saw he was calling—fucking calling?
I wasn’t going to answer that. No, absolutely not. That was where I drew the line. I could imagine him bragging about how he was right about me wanting to get together again, but then I kind of wanted to hear him be a little proud of himself. I hated to admit it, but something about his attitude was so fucking charming.…Got me stiff as fuck.
“What took you so long?” he asked after I answered.
“I was kinda waiting for you to swing by my place, demanding another go.”
“If you’d waited a little longer, that’s probably what would have happened.”
“And if I’d told you to go fuck yourself?”
“I would have asked if you’d care to join me, and you would have.”
I couldn’t stifle my laugh. “Well, I guess you didn’t want it that bad if you weren’t trying to hunt me down.”
“I have an impressive amount of willpower. Are you impressed?”
“You are so full of yourself.”
It drove me crazy…because it was as hot as rubbing our cocks together and seeing his warm load shoot across his body—and lapping it up right off his chest.
“Your timing’s just right, though,” he said. “Weekend just started. I don’t have any plans.”
“What if I do? Maybe I’m about to be balls-deep in a guy.”
“Come out with me instead.”
“You want me to give up a sure thing so I can go hang with you?”
“I told you it’d happen again, so I’m technically a sure thing, but if this guy blows you better, have fun.”
“No, no,” I said quickly…far too quickly, as indicated by his guttural chuckle on the other end of the phone.
“That’s what I figured.”
There was this part of me that knew I should just bail…blow him off.
Hell, we could always meet another night, but Ethan had me edging. There was something about him, and I didn’t know what possessed me, but I wanted to figure it out. And I knew if I went home with Wade, I’d only be thinking about Ethan the whole time.
“Where do you want to meet?” I asked.
“Not in a cemetery, that’s for damned sure. But I have a place in mind.”
“And where is this place?”
“I’ll text it to you and see you there in, say, thirty minutes.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
After I hung up with Ethan, Wade came out of the bathroom.
“You ready to get out of here?” he asked.
“Actually, I think I’m gonna have to bail this time around. Do you mind?”