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)
“Well, if a little peck on the cheek confused him, I figure I should make myself clearer.” Rainn doesn’t let me reply before he’s touching his lips to mine in an aggressive kiss that makes my toes curl.
It’s claiming and possessive, and I didn’t know it until this minute, but I like that trait in a guy. That’s good to know.
I kiss him back and groan, but that’s the precise moment he steps away and glares at Ian.
“Get it now?”
Ian’s mouth hangs open.
“Rainn, stop kissing the customers and get back to work,” Tanner calls out.
When Rainn’s and Tanner’s eyes meet, they share a smile.
“Better get back to it,” Rainn says, and then he steps away and begins clearing tables of empty glasses.
I glance at Ian with a smug expression. See?
Ian relents. “You might have a good one there, but my warning still stands. Be careful. Your first straight-guy heartbreak is the worst.”
“Thanks for your warning, but I’ll be fine.”
It’s not like I’m expecting to marry Rainn or anything. You don’t marry the first guy who touches your dick. Even old-fashioned me knows that, but even knowing it probably won’t make it hurt any less when this does end, though.
I’m already in deep with Rainn, and I think I was before he kissed me.
Now …
Stop it. I’m overthinking everything again and getting ahead of myself because it’s so easy to do when it comes to Rainn. I need to learn how to live in the now and enjoy this for what it is. Whatever it is.
Rainn catches my eye and stares at me with an expression that warms my gut and makes me believe everything will be okay.
That’s all I need.
21
Rainn
Tanner eyes me all shift after my little public display of affection. Admittedly, it might have been a tad bit caveman-y, but I pretend Tanner’s not eye-stalking me and avoid looking in his direction.
And, as I expect, as soon as there’s a lull in customers, he’s by my side.
“When I said not to do the asshole straight-guy thing, I meant let him down gently. That might’ve been too gentle.”
I laugh. “The good news is he’s taking it really well?”
Tanner looks like he wants to say something but won’t because it’s not his place.
“I … I like him,” I say quietly. “I’m still figuring out what that means, but I have to say, it’s been fun trying to work it out.”
“Fair enough.” Tanner points at me. “But no fucking in my bar.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Though, it’s a nice fantasy. I could totally bend Whit over this bar and fuck him until he couldn’t walk.
Shit, okay, not going to think about that. My dick likes the idea too much.
Whit continues to talk to Ian for a little while, but Ian eventually goes back to his friends, leaving Whit on his own.
Guilt eats at me. Not about kissing him in front of Ian but making Whit sit there while I work.
I approach him. “You can go and talk to people, you know. You don’t have to sit here for me.”
“I like it here. I like watching people. And I like it when you get a quick second to come check on me.”
I give him a new drink. “If you’re sure?”
Whit nods.
“You gonna come back to my place tonight?”
“I can, but I can’t stay overnight. I need to get home for morning chores, and the drive the other morning almost killed me. Not to mention how much shit my family gave me for the walk of shame.”
“We’ll have to work out some sort of schedule. Maybe you can stay over on nights I have off. I’ll make sure you get plenty of sleep.” I smirk and hold up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Fine. I’ll make sure you get plenty of rest …” I lower my voice and mutter, “In between rounds.”
Whit smiles. “I’ll take it.” The heat in his gaze makes my cock respond in the same way it did imagining fucking him right here in the bar.
My shift needs to hurry up and be over.
The minute it is, it’s a rush to get back to my apartment. Whit could be hit with a speeding ticket with how fast he pulls his truck onto my street.
It’s his turn to park crooked, and like the other night, I don’t care.
Neither does he.
We’re all intertwined limbs, crashing mouths, probing tongues, and wandering hands as we enter the apartment and strip each other down.
In the blink of an eye, we’re naked, and Whit’s pinning me beneath him on the couch.
He’s right about it being lumpy and uncomfortable, but with Whit on top of me, it’s the furthest thing from my mind. He grinds against me. Miles of skin on those lean muscles. Until Whit, I never realized how sexy a masculine body could be. There’s still so much to explore of him, and I’m getting started right now.