Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
But still, I don’t let go. I nuzzle his neck, feel his stubble on my face, and let my hand run down his body to wrap around his cock. “You’re fucking good with this thing. Maybe I should let you top me a little more often. I’ll still want your ass, but you know how to work that dick too.”
A tremble rocks through him, vibrating into me.
“I love the effect I have on you,” I tell him. “I never would have thought this game would have turned out to be so fun.” That I would like spending time with him so much. That his accomplishments would feel like my accomplishments. That it would make my chest ache and piss me off so damn much when he doesn’t see how incredible he is.
“On that note. I need to go to the restroom.” Gary slips out of bed, and I let him, watch his tight ass move as he walks away.
“Awww, come on, baby. Things were just getting good!” I tease him, but he doesn’t come back with a sarcastic comment, or hell, even acknowledge what I said at all.
That sends a little prickle of nerves through me, though I don’t know what in the hell I would have to be nervous about.
Gary closes the door behind him. I wait for him, my mind drifting back to last night. I still can’t believe how proud of him I was. What it felt like to watch him, a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness making a cocktail inside of me I’d never experienced before. And if I’m being honest, one I’m not too keen on feeling again.
It takes Gary a couple of minutes in the bathroom. When he comes out, he picks up his underwear and pulls them on, making me frown. “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing.” He starts walking around the room. “Where the hell are my pants?”
“I think I took them off you in the hallway. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?” He never gets dressed and takes off like this anymore unless he has to be at work, has an appointment or something like that.
“I need to talk to you, and I need to do it with my clothes on. Would you put your clothes on too? That would help.”
The hairs on my arms start to rise, and I sit up, a strange feeling creeping through my veins. “No, I won’t. Get your ass over here and tell me what’s going on.”
“That’s not going to work.” He shakes his head, finds his shirt, and pulls it on. “Being all sexy and bossy just makes it worse.”
“Makes what worse?” A throb begins in my temples and spreads across my forehead. “Please, come here. Tell me what in the hell is going on.”
Gary sighs, then walks toward me in his T-shirt and briefs. He reminds me of Tom Cruise in that movie from the eighties, but I’m not sure if now is the time to bring it up.
He stops next to the bed, in front of me and says, “I can’t do this anymore.”
It’s as though my insides crystallize, freeze, and then break apart. “Do what? What can’t you do?” Is he going to drop our act right as I’m about to get what I want? No…that’s not Gary. He wouldn’t do something like that.
“This. Us.” He points back and forth between the two of us. “The sex. It’s just…it’s not working for me anymore.”
Now it’s heat taking me over, blazing anger scorching through me. Why would he do this? Why would he call this off at the last minute? “It sure as fuck worked for you last night when you had your dick in my ass.”
I shove off the bed and head for my dresser. He had the right idea about clothes. After grabbing a pair of boxer briefs, I pull them on. “I can’t believe you’re pulling this shit on me at the last minute. What the fuck, man? We’re almost there, almost fucking there. Is it all the work with Raymond and Steven? Do you feel like I’m not putting in as much effort? Whatever you need, I’ll do it. I’ll turn up the act, seek your dickhead ex out more if I need to.”
“No. Jesus, no.” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “That’s not what I mean. And I won’t stop pretending to be your boyfriend. We can keep that up as long as you need to. I still want to be your friend, Travis.…It’s the sex. I just…I just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to continue sleeping together, that’s all.”
That should make me feel better, but for some reason, it doesn’t. My anger is still a ticking time bomb waiting to detonate. Why would he tell me this now? What changed? “Why? Come on, Gare. You’re not that guy. You got my ass, and now you’re done? That’s not you. What changed?”