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)
Mike swallowed when his gaze found the sexy boy swaying his hips to music, his skirt close to revealing more than it should. He used to be so isolated, yet there he was, making friends. He didn’t need Mike anymore.
Arden glanced over his shoulder, as if he sensed Mike’s gaze on him. Smiled. Swayed his hips while stretching his arms above his head, wordlessly inviting Mike to dance. Mike wanted to come over, and he would have, but the unpleasant confrontation with Dad made him think too much, and now… he didn’t know what he should do about the uncertainty growing in his chest.
When Mike didn’t approach right away, Arden grabbed a beer out of the tub and marched his way, jogging for a moment to reach him quicker.
“Everything okay with your dad?” Arden asked, passing him a bottle. The black makeup around the eyes and the mesh wings transformed him into a dark goddess tonight and somehow made him even more seductive. Mike had to act fast if he was to take any action, or he’d forget all his worries and doubts in Arden’s magnetic presence.
“Yeah. We had a little disagreement. You’ll get back your money,” Mike said, pressing the cool bottle to his chest in hopes it would help him stay sane. But it was hard. Arden was just so… it was impossible to focus on anyone else when he was around. An orchid growing in a field of poppies and black-eyed Susans.
“Oh. Were you fighting over that? I’m sorry.” Arden’s face fell, and he grabbed Mike’s hand. His fingers were so smooth, so perfect for kissing that Mike had to let them go.
“It’s fine. I’ll deal with it. Just…” How was he to broach an uncomfortable topic when Arden was looking at him with so much trust and hope? “Listen, I’ve been thinking, and this isn’t quite working for me. I’m getting restless, and since we’re faking it… you know,” Mike said and cleared his throat, eager to be done with this conversation already.
Arden’s gaze instantly became more attentive, and his body language—alert. “Oh? Wh-what do you mean?”
He was just being honest, but Arden’s reaction still made him feel like an asshole. But what was he to do? Arden didn’t want to fuck around, and Mike didn’t want to be in a relationship. What he wanted was to find out if he was still into girls and get laid. “I mean that we don’t have sex, and this isn’t going anywhere. I’ll still fake it with you, and protect you, but we should tell everyone our relationship is open.”
“So you can sleep with women?” Arden asked as if he needed to confirm the obvious.
This shouldn’t have been so hard, but the music blaring from the speakers was giving Mike a headache, and the blurred forms of dancing people transformed into demons laughing at his ineptness. “Well… yeah. You said you will only sleep with a guy if you’re in a relationship, and I don’t want to be in one. So… it only makes sense.”
“Okay,” was all Arden had for him. He turned around, taking the beer he’d brought for Mike with him, leaving him alone and stunned into silence. He wanted to feel the sting of a slap to his cheek, because this silent anger was much worse.
Arden should have splashed him with beer, not walked off as if Mike weren’t worthy of being upset over. Didn’t he care? Wasn’t he sad?
Mike was.
“Just… stay where I can see you,” he called out, desperate for Arden to look over his shoulder again. But the boy didn’t spare him a single glance, rejoining the group of dancing women.
Okay. All Mike needed to do was find a horny target. He was used to this. These were his hunting grounds, full of chicks who came to party at the club with the exact purpose of scoring free beers and sucking some biker dick. This shouldn’t be hard at all. If the boy’s fancy lingerie got Mike so hot, all he needed to do was enjoy that same thing on a woman.
That thought got him back to wondering what the boy was sporting under the T-shirt tonight, and his imagination went off the rails and into the gutter where a pink cock strained against cum-soaked panties right next to his bigger dick. Even that size difference was a turn-on that tickled his vanity.
He was thirty-seven. How come he hadn’t discovered this about himself earlier?
It didn’t matter. He’d focus and score. It had been two months since he’d tried to woo a woman into his bed, and he’d managed to charm Arden’s panties off, so how could this task be in any way difficult?
He took a deep breath, relaxed his shoulders, and walked across the yard, into the bar where the pretty blonde stripper taunted him with the sway of her full hips. She was in fancy underwear, her lips were painted red, and she actually had tits.