Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“No! It’s nothing like that,” Arden said quickly, but didn’t try to shed Mike’s grip and stared back at him, like a doe that stopped in the headlights of an upcoming truck. He wouldn’t know what hit him.
“This is our first date, actually,” Mike said and took hold of Arden’s shoulders, spinning him around so they both faced the well-built man in a black uniform worn by all the staff beyond the glass walls of the parlor.
“Why waste time on hair if you’re gonna ruin it in two hours?” The stylist teased, and Mike was loving all this insight. So the boy was only playing hard to get.
Arden groaned. “It’s nothing like it. I wouldn’t do that. Don’t encourage him, Seb.”
“Why not? This guy’s such a hunk. Don’t recall you ever wasting time.”
Arden stepped away from Mike and put his hand over the stylist’s mouth. “Don’t!”
This was too adorable.
“Maybe I should have gotten you the demon wings,” Mike mused, gently tapping the accessory attached to Arden’s back. Seb caught his gaze, and while Mike deduced he was gay too, not only due to the way he teased Arden, but also his mannerisms, he had a masculine appearance, with a short black beard and smooth hair styled in a fashionable undercut.
Clearly, Seb was more than ready to help his friend—or throw him under the bus, depending which way one looked at it—and grinned, using his height advantage to free his lips from Arden’s hand. “Don’t believe this coy act, dude. The boy’s a trap!”
“I’m almost nineteen, thank you very much.” Arden put his hands on his hips with a huff.
“Now you are.” Seb snorted and glanced up at Mike with a wide grin. “If he’s really changed his slutty ways, I’m free after work.”
Mike stilled. He was an open-minded guy, but Seb was almost as tall as him, had muscular forearms, and a beard. It was a hard pass.
“No offense, but I’m more of a smooth skin and flower scent kind of guy,” he said and stroked Arden’s neck so gently the boy shivered beneath the touch. And because everyone was free in their mind, Mike imagined pushing his hands under the white T-shirt, all the way to the bra that held nothing.
He wasn’t sure if Seb was telling the truth or teasing his friend, but hearing that the boy could possibly be no angel after all, opened up a new door in Mike’s head. The room behind it overflowed with filth, and because no one would ever see what happened inside it, Mike allowed himself to imagine Arden sweaty, panting, and pulling his own jeans off just to get dicked by Mike faster. He’d be wearing panties, spreading himself open—
The real-life Arden’s laugh was nervous, the glances thrown at Mike shy and fiery at once, and when he let Seb lead him inside, Mike was left with one burning question.
If no one knew he’d done it, would he fuck Arden?
Chapter 4 – Mike
Mike did pop into a nearby barber’s where his looks had been cleaned up after the long journey, but he was back within half an hour, and Arden’s hair wasn’t even close to done. Many pretty girls swanned around the pristine space of the salon, but Mike couldn’t help but focus on the narrow window between Arden’s legs. The boy was having his head washed to get rid of fresh dye, and had no idea he was being ogled.
There was no denying it—Mike could see the outline of a dick in those tight pants, but for whatever reason, it didn’t bother him. He could just about imagine walking up to that chair, standing on either side of Arden’s lap, and pulling his head close by the damp hair. In his mind, he saw his dick entering Arden’s mouth, lipstick stains on the shaft, and Arden choking on the cock as it went all the way in.
The fact that he shouldn’t want Arden intensified those fantasies, because whenever Mike was barred from doing something, he always wanted it more. His mother had used that against him from early on. When he was a kid, she told him he could only have one piece of broccoli at dinner, and half a carrot. She’d told him vegetables were his special treats, which in turn encouraged Mike to steal them from the fridge instead of gorging on chocolate milk and marshmallows. Mom was a smart woman.
He grinned when Arden returned to the styling chair with a white towel wrapped tightly on his head. Damn, he was adorable. The boy had even painted his nails a soft pink shade that would complement the scratch marks they’d surely leave on Mike’s back.
“You sure you’re not up for a head massage?” Seb asked with a wide smile, choosing his tools.
Mike shrugged. “I’d take one from Arden.”