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 such luck.
“Hey, Bro! I have so many questions,” Mike said in a cheeky tone, chasing Leo, who sped up, running off to the entrance across from the garage, where he and the other mechanics changed and washed after work.
“I don’t have time for your unfunny jokes. Zolt’s coming, and I don’t want to smell.”
Mike’s laughter came from deep within his chest. “Right, you need to be pretty for your husband.”
“Oh, shut it, Mike,” Leo snapped, pushing through the door, but Mike refused to take the hint and followed him inside.
The room was rather small and had only one window covered with broken shutters. Boxes and unused furniture filled the interior while bags of trash cluttered the floor around a sofa that had seen better days. A tall fridge had been decorated with posters of topless women, and the whole space looked like the basement of an unsupervised frat house, with an ugly open bathroom in the back.
“No, this is really urgent,” Mike said, cuddling Arden from behind as if he were a giant plushie. “I need to know how to make my boy happy. Tips on giving head, Leo. At least three.”
Leo stilled, but his glare could kill. “You got enough blowjobs in your life to have an idea.”
Mike slid his hand into the back pocket of Arden’s jeans, gently rubbing him through the denim, even though Leo could not see that. What kind of game was he really playing? Was it all just to feed his ego?
“Come on, Leo! Don’t leave me with this. You know well enough that it’s different to give than receive,” Mike fake-complained.
Arden bit his lip with a smile. “Ignore him, Leo. I’ll teach him all he needs to know.”
Leo shook his head. “Better test that horny dog for STDs.”
Mike’s face fell. Leo had definitely hit a nerve there. “Hey, I always use condoms!”
“Then go suck on some rubber, and stop pestering me!”
Arden ran his fingers over Mike’s tattooed arm. “Let’s leave him to it, Mike. It’s been a long day.”
Mike took a deep breath, as if he were trying to calm himself, and tugged on his beard, glancing Arden’s way. “Do you groom down there? Because your forearms are real smooth.”
Arden’s cheeks went aflame, but the teasing brought out the naughtiness in him. “You’ll just have to find out.”
“Cause Zolt doesn’t, does he, Leo?”
Leo squinted at him, and Arden knew the guy reached his boiling point before he opened his mouth. “He doesn’t, Mike. Zolt is a big, bad, hairy motherfucker, with a dick that just rams at the back of the throat. So I can’t give you tips on how to fuck a boy that smells like a flower.”
Ouch.
Mike hummed and squeezed Arden’s buttock, making flesh hot with his touch. “I thought as much. So you’re the one receiving it?”
Leo shook his head and grabbed a towel. “Mike. Grow up.” He looked at Arden. “I can see the appeal. His mental age is the same as yours.”
Arden cleared his throat, embarrassed by Mike’s behavior, even if they were only fake boyfriends. “Mike… I’ll be going.”
Mike snorted and slapped Arden’s ass, leaving behind a pleasant burn. “Let’s take your stuff. You’re moving in with me.”
Leo took the opportunity to flee into the shower, leaving Arden alone on the battlefield. “Um… Huh?”
Mike stepped back and opened the door, gesturing for Arden to step outside first. “Good pranks need to be believable. Plus, I don’t want you sleeping on your own,” Mike added, though whether he was being honest or trying to scare Arden into doing what he wanted was anyone’s guess.
Arden chose to believe Mike was being overprotective. But living together was a dangerous line to cross. From now on, he’d have to stew in his own arousal while on Mike’s territory. Surrounded by Mike’s scent. Possibly seeing Mike naked?
“Thanks,” he said in the end, because that was the truth. Mike could have left him on his own back at the mall, yet he was willing to stick out his neck. Was it possible Mike was one of the good guys? Luke had also been a ‘good guy’. Until he wasn’t.
The small evening party must have already started, because music was on as they left the sad changing area of the mechanics, but they’d barely made it out the door when Mike leaned in, slid his hands to Arden’s waist and knees, and lifted him up.
The move was so unexpected, Arden yelped and wrapped his arms around Mike’s neck. His heart fluttered at the ease with which Mike held him. Kaley was right. Mike was a charmer and dangerous to anyone’s chastity.
But Arden laughed for the sake of all the onlookers who remained figures on the outskirts of his vision. “They think you’re mad,” he whispered.
Mike grinned and bounced him in his arms, provoking another yelp. It was very clear he had no issue whatsoever carrying another person’s weight, and that aroused Arden more than it should have. “Let’s prove to them I’m crazy about you,” he said, walking past friends and family, who gawked, confused how to react to this development.