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)
His pencil danced over paper ever faster, digging into the lovely lines of muscle, inking tattoos onto skin, tracing Mike’s signature grin, which Arden was so hopelessly attracted to. Moments later, the hot, muscular giant pressed the pencil-and-paper Arden to the wall, squashing his cheek against the surface, his dick halfway up Arden’s ass, about to slam in and make him go to his toes.
This other Arden hadn’t become a repressed hermit because of Luke’s actions. He spread his legs wider, and his speech bubble left no room for misinterpretation. It read, make me your slut, I wanna drip with your spunk.
His face heated up as his pencil sped over paper at a frantic speed, and he was glad he’d changed into jeans, because those hid arousal a bit better than leggings. He erased the hand on the bottom’s hip and moved it to the twin braids instead, making the tattooed hunk pull on them, as if they were reins to put Arden-the-slut in his place.
His brain boiled, and he was about to run for the bathrooms to take care of his raging arousal when something snatched the notebook out of his hand.
No. Not something. Someone.
Arden’s stomach sank, dropped into a well of terror the moment he noted the angry red hair on Kane’s head.
He wanted to shout, to kick him in the nuts like he’d been taught during the classes, but he froze, when Kane let out a raspy laugh. “Oh man. Is that Mike?”
“No!” Arden jumped to his feet, spurred into action by sheer panic. “It’s not! Give it back!” He kicked Kane’s shin in warning, because he didn’t actually want to poke his eyes out, but Kane hadn’t yet changed into gym clothes, and the thick leather boots he wore saved him from pain. He ignored Arden, eyes wide as he held the notebook high and browsed a catalog of Arden’s most secretive sexual fantasies.
“Hey, Mikey! You need to see this,” Kane said, laughing so hard he was losing breath as he burst past the door.
“No! I warned you!” Arden yelled and ran after Kane. Like a rabid monkey, he grabbed Kane’s shoulders and climbed onto his back in a desperate attempt to reach the sketchbook, while he put his other hand over Kane’s face and dug his nails into flesh without mercy.
“Get off me you little fuck!” Kane’s squeal speared him with satisfaction that was soon followed by relief when Kane dropped the notebook to peel Arden off. It didn’t last long.
Kane took a few steps back and slammed Arden into the wall. As if the post-workout soreness hadn’t caused him enough pain. Arden slid to the floor with a groan, but his secrets were safe at least.
“What the hell?”
Mike’s voice brought a chill to Arden’s muscles, and as he helplessly spun around, Mike was already scooting down by the open sketchbook, his eyes wide. Arden’s humiliation knew no bounds, yet as Mike picked up Arden’s shameful secret, he still imagined Mike bracing him against one of the exercise benches and ramming him hard as punishment for jerking off to him without permission.
Arden was already scrambling to his feet, but just like Kane had moments ago, Mike turned a few pages of the sketchbook with a silly grin. He whistled and wagged his finger at Arden.
“My, my… There I was, thinking you were shy…”
“It’s not meant for you!” Arden yelled, not even caring that he was making a scene. The girls were still on the treadmills, and he could see at least one more guy at the free weights, but the embarrassment of them seeing him act erratically meant nothing in comparison with the contents of his notebook being exposed to anyone. Anxiety was a collar blocking his air, and he flinched when Mike sniggered and showed Arden a picture of a boy in stockings screaming in pleasure as two faceless men in biker gear fucked his ass in unison, their huge cocks stretching his tender hole until he could no longer think.
“You are wild, baby. I knew you were kinky, but not that kinky.”
Arden’s face was on fire, and the tears streaking down his cheeks couldn’t cool it his burning skin. “Fuck you! You can keep it if you want! It wasn’t for you to look at!”
Mike’s smile dropped. “Hey, baby, I’m only joking,” he said, trying to grab Arden’s shoulder, but Arden stepped away, choking on air.
One more glance at the sketchbook hanging open in Mike’s hand, and Arden saw no other prospect for himself but to flee. No matter what he said, Mike would now know.
Unable to fight the sob breaking out of his mouth, he turned on his heel and ran.
Chapter 9 – Mike
The joyful curiosity of Mike’s discovery turned into anger like a blue summer sky swelling with clouds and hammering down with hail. He shoved Kane away. Again.