Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Colby’s fingers twitched to touch him too, so he reached around, grabbed Vince’s muscular, naked ass, and pulled their bodies even closer together.
“Let me see you come too,” he begged just before Vince let go, his thick release joining Colby’s in powerful spurt after spurt.
CHAPTER TEN
Vince
That had felt good, really fucking good, but as they did their best to clean themselves off, all Vince could do was hope he hadn’t fucked up.
He’d made the man who was supposed to be his straight friend come with a man for the first time, in the restroom of a gay bar—a man like Colby, who was much too wholesome to do things like that. And that was after he’d dirty-danced with Colby, letting his hands wander in ways that were anything but platonic.
Yes, he trusted Colby to know his own mind and what he wanted. Colby had clearly been into it. He had been the one to start it. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t regret it. Vince knew from personal experience how easy it was to want something in the moment and later wonder what in the hell you’d been thinking. Only between them, it had the ability to fuck something up that was really great, something that meant more to Vince than he knew how to say. These past months with Colby had made Vince feel…damn, he wasn’t sure how to put it into words…like he had a new lease on life. The slow pace of their days, the times they spent laughing and talking and working made Vince feel connected to his own life like he hadn’t realized he’d been missing.
“We good?” Vince asked while Colby buttoned and zipped his pants.
“Yep.” His gaze darted away, not holding Vince’s stare. Not even looking at him at all.
They walked out of the stall just as a man walked out of the one beside them. “Someone had a good time.” He winked, and Vince saw Colby’s face flush.
They went to the sink, both washing and drying their hands without a word. Still none were spoken while they made their way back into the main part of the bar and then toward the door, knowing they were leaving without needing to say it.
“I’ll order a car,” Vince said when they got outside.
“Thanks, man.” Colby leaned against the brick building, hands shoved into his pockets, eyes closed.
They needed to talk. Vince knew that. He was too old to play games, but he also knew that outside the bar wasn’t the place to do that, so he gave Colby his quiet, just tapping him on the arm when the car arrived. Colby opened his eyes and gave Vince a shy smile.
That had to be a good sign, right?
It wasn’t until they were settled in the back of the car that the bomb dropped in his gut. What if he got this all wrong? What if Colby didn’t regret this, but instead of it being a simple orgasm between buddies, he wanted more? As in a relationship more? Colby had said that wasn’t something he wanted, but what if he changed his mind? As much as Vince cared about Colby, he just didn’t have it in himself to trust someone else, to give his heart away. When shit went sideways with Gregory, all he’d lost was a cheating asshole, but if things went bad with Colby, he would lose the place he felt the best. His favorite place to be.
They were quiet the whole drive back to the hotel.
Quiet in the elevator on the ride up.
Since Vince’s door was first, they went through that one together. Just as Vince was going to say they needed to talk, Colby spoke. “I, um…need to take a shower. I’m sticky.”
Yeah, Vince was too, and while under other circumstances, he would have made a joke about cum, he only said, “Yeah, me too.”
“Okay. I’ll, um…see you in a few.”
They went their separate ways. Vince grabbed a pair of underwear this time and took them into the bathroom with him. He couldn’t stop thinking about Colby the whole time—the feel of the man’s hands on him, how he tasted, how hungrily he kissed and the pure bliss on his face when he’d shot his load. Those thoughts were fucking great, but the others started to bleed through—their silence, the way Colby had yet to look him in the eyes. The discomfort that had never lingered between them before, and nah, Vince couldn’t take that. Colby meant too much to him.
He hurried through the rest of his shower, determined to fix this shit before it had the chance to fester.
Vince turned the faucets off, dried quickly, then tugged his underwear on. He went straight for the door between their rooms, not taking the time to look at anything else. Just as he peeked in Colby’s, he heard, “Looking for me?” from behind him.