Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 84985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
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Traffic was a bitch. Parts of the highway were shut down for construction. Reed took what he thought might be a short cut, but it turned out everyone else had the same idea. It took Reed and his father well over two hours to get across town to Rylie’s bachelor party, and they were late to begin with.
For most of the day, Reed’s thoughts stayed on the stunning man he met briefly the night before. Trevor wasn't his usual type, but Reed couldn't seem to keep his mind off him. Trevor’s strong, perfectly chiseled jaw line, deep cerulean blue eyes framed by a thick fringe of dark lashes, and full lips just begged to be kissed. They kept his fantasies playing over and over in his mind the entire day. Reed felt an instant attraction he could find no explanation for.
When they stood together last night, clapping for his brother, Reed glanced over at Trevor. The moment Trevor looked up at him, a small stain of a blush on his cheeks, Reed’s heart melted. He thought Trevor experienced it too. At least he hoped he did. Reed even prayed he was responsible for the blush, but a small twinge of disappointment filled him when Trevor didn’t call. Reed didn’t want to be wrong and have this deep attraction be one sided.
“Place looks packed,” Reed said to his father, finding a parking spot in the back of the lot. “I hope we haven't missed too much.”
“These were great parties back in the day. I’m surprised Trevor invited me tonight. This is a young man’s tradition,” his father said, while walking to the front door of the bar.
“Dad, get your foot out of the grave, you aren’t that old. You belong here with your son tonight.” Opening the front door of the bar for his father, Reed held out his arm in a gesturing motion. “After you, old man,” he added with a grin.
They were met with the strong smell of booze, stale smoke, sweat, and sex. The music blared, and he scanned the room, watching the strippers work the men. A redhead straddled Brody’s lap, gyrating her hips back and forth. From the look on Brody’s face, Reed assumed she hit just the right spot. A cheer arose from the crowd when Brody removed her sequined top, and buried his head between her large silicone breasts. Brody waved her skimpy top around his head like a lasso, and then tossed it to the roaring horde. The men yelled even louder when Brody flicked her exposed nipple with his tongue. Reed guessed the ‘no touching’ rule didn’t apply tonight, and Brody looked to be enjoying the evening’s festivities a little too much.
“Dad, over here, Rylie’s over here.” The loud music made it hard to hear. Reed pointed his finger in the direction of the back of the bar. And next to him...Trevor.
Reed’s heart clenched. He stood there for a brief second, just gazing upon Trevor. He took a deep breath, letting his heart have this moment. Never did it pound so wildly at the sight of another. His eyes took in the tight fitting, knit, royal blue polo stretched across Trevor’s broad shoulders and muscular chest. All that hard muscled goodness tapered into a small waist. Although tempted, Reed thought it best to not look much lower at this stage of the game. Instead, he flipped his eyes up at Trevor’s face. Trevor seemed to be staring at Brody, concentrating hard. Reed knew Trevor’s eyes were a deep ocean blue—he’d fantasized about them for most of the day—and now he could see the color of Trevor’s shirt would complement the color of his eyes. Pieces of his short auburn hair fell across his forehead, giving a youthful charm to Trevor’s classically handsome features. Watching Trevor now, he realized he missed his slightly crooked nose and wondered when exactly he might have broken it.
Guiding his father quickly back to the two men, Reed thought about Trevor’s fair complexion. He wanted to look again to see if he had any freckles. Reed didn’t remember seeing any the night before, and the question plagued his mind for most of the day. Grinning to himself, he absently wondered if this could be what love at first sight might feel like?
“Evening! Sorry we're late. I see we arrived just in time for the show though,” Reed shouted after finally reaching his brother’s side. Rylie looked incredibly uncomfortable and his father jumped in right away.
“Come have a seat with me. This music’s too loud for me to hear my own thoughts.” In his father’s usual way, Carson took control of the situation, ushering Rylie off to a table. Reed watched them for a moment before turning to acknowledge the handsome man beside him.
“Good evening, Trevor,” he said loudly. He could tell the guy must have drunk quite a bit by the way he swayed, but Trevor also looked visibly upset. Waving his hand in front of Trevor’s face, Reed shot him a flirtatious grin, trying again to gain his attention “Trevor...hello...?”
Reed followed Trevor’s line of sight, seeing Brody rise with the redhead stripper’s legs locked around his hips. Her clothing now completely gone except for the spiky high heels digging in Brody’s ass, they made their way to the nearest restroom. Trevor spun away; a look of shock crossed his face when he finally noticed Reed. He gave a smile, and the worry lines creasing his forehead simply vanished. His eyes lit as his drunken gaze focused intently on Reed’s face for several long moments. Reed hoped this look meant Trevor was genuinely happy to see him. He appeared almost surprised, and then his gaze softened and a deep need showed plainly on his face.
“Your lips are the most beautiful I’ve ever seen,” Trevor said, grabbing onto Reed’s shirt. “I’m tired of waiting. I thought about you all day.” Trevor pulled Reed forward, crushing their lips together. The moment Trevor made contact, the wall behind him gave way. They both tumbled out the side door, into the night. Reed pitched forward, stumbling hard, but never let go of Trevor while struggling to keep them both on their feet. They performed an uncoordinated dance, tumbling, trying to stay upright.