Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Me too. I want more, but—”
“You don’t know what the limits are yet, if there are any, and I understand, okay? I’m just excited that I get to spend tonight with you. Touching you … kissing you …”
I lean in and kiss him softly. “Like that?”
“Exactly like that.”
“Okay, then let’s go.”
The only parking spot I could get was on the other side of campus, and on the way past the hockey entrance, a guy in a suit waves to Whit, and Whit nods back.
“Who’s that?” I ask.
“Eh, no one. He was there to watch one of the guys from CU who’s been drafted by Pittsburgh.”
“An agent?”
Whit’s mouth opens, but there’s a few seconds’ pause before the words come out. “Nah, he’s with the team. He introduced himself to me on my way out.”
“He’s interested in you?”
Whit shakes his head. “Have no idea. He just asked a few questions and gave me his card.”
Excited butterflies swarm in my gut. “Are you going to call him?”
“No point, is there?”
“Why not?”
“Pro hockey has never been my future, and besides, he’s probably interested in making me their towel boy or something.”
When we get to the car, Whit bursts out laughing.
“Whose car is this?”
“My cousin’s, why?”
“I can’t wait to see you fit behind the wheel of this thing. Do you have to fold yourself in half? Shit, can my hockey gear even fit in the back?”
“It, uh, was a bit of a cramped drive here.”
“This is going to be fun.”
He’s right. By the time we squash his gear bag into the car and then climb into the front, we’re both laughing uncontrollably.
I start the car and put it in Drive. “Don’t say I never do anything for you.”
“Never. You drove this clown car for me. I’m touched.”
I want to tell him I’d do a hell of a lot more for him, but I think it’s too early for that.
18
Whit
One night at a time. I can do that.
Even if my heart’s pounding from excitement that Rainn came to one of my games. He’s still bitter about hockey, but he showed up anyway. Then facing my family? It makes the overexcitable part of me, the part that is moving from crush to real feelings at a hundred miles an hour, go into overdrive, and it’s getting harder and harder to shove that down. I have to try really hard not to get ahead of myself.
He asks again about the guy from Pittsburgh, but I shut it down by changing the subject.
The truth is the guy was interested in talking to me about the affiliate AHL team. He wants me to go skate with them, with potential for a possible ATO contract.
I’m not interested, and I know Rainn won’t understand that.
I don’t love the sport like he does … or did, I should say. It’s obvious that love is still inside him, but it’s been misplaced.
Hockey is amazing, but I love the farm more.
Hockey is Rainn’s passion, and farming is mine. End of story.
“You should’ve been made MVP of that game,” he says.
“I doubt it. There are much better players on the team than me.”
“I wasn’t watching any of them. My eyes were glued to you the whole time.”
“That’s because I gave you an orgasm last time I saw you. It’s the orgasm effect.”
Rainn smiles. “It was a pretty powerful orgasm.”
Now this is a topic I can get on board with.
“I want to know if I can make the next one even more powerful. With my mouth, maybe?”
Rainn almost loses control of the car. “Never tease a man about a blowjob.”
“I’m not teasing. Are you kidding me? I’ve been thinking about giving head for years. What it will feel like, what happens if I gag, things like that. I’m excited to find out.”
Rainn palms the bulge in his pants. “You’re not playing fair.”
“You’re the one touching your dick, and I’m not playing fair? I don’t think so.”
“I’m tempted to pull over just to take the edge off.”
“In this shoebox? If I lean over, my head’s going through your window.”
Rainn laughs. “Good point. Fuck, home is so far away.”
It’s really not—we’re about five minutes away—but I like getting Rainn riled up and hot for me. The other night, he didn’t appear to have any control over what he was doing.
I want to make him lose it again. “Question? How many orgasms have you had in one night with a person?”
“What? I’m not answering that.”
“Why not? Is it just the one? You have a long refractory period? Is that it?”
“No. It’s … personal.”
“When I first discovered gay porn, I made myself come four times one night, but when I was with you, everything was amplified. I don’t think I could’ve come again if I tried.”
Rainn groans. “Whit, why are you doing this to me?”
“Because it’s fun.”
“You’re sadistic.”
The second he pulls into a parking space on his street, he’s out of the car.