Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
“Wow. You’re a genius,” I gasped.
Bobby J snickered. “Yeah, not quite. I topped out and unraveled in med school.”
“Oh, right. Stethoscope phobia.”
“Among other things. I don’t know what happened to me. I had panic attacks on the daily. Debilitating ones too. According to my dad, my subconscious was actively encouraging me to find another career choice. Something I did for myself and not to try to impress him.”
“What does your father think about your music?”
“He’s supportive. But he’d support anything I said I was wildly excited about. My dad found his passion in his work. He’s a molecular physicist…as you probably know from your sleuth work. He lives with blinders on. Work equals happy. Nothing else really matters.”
“Hmm.”
Bobby J cleaned the counter, returning the packages of sandwich meats and cheeses to the fridge before grabbing a beer and joining me.
“In a way, my old man is right. You should love what you do. But balance is important too. It’s taken me years to finally feel like I’m closing in on a good internal cocktail. I used to be all about school and work. Then I was all about music and living la vida loca. Now I know I need a mix of the two.”
“Work and play.”
“Exactly. And that threesome gone wrong was a great wake-up call. I know Johnny and I will work it out. It just sucks that I jeopardized a friendship for a momentary thrill.” He fiddled with the edges of the label on his beer bottle as he regarded me. “I didn’t intend to tell you my life story. I just wanted you to know that I understand your quest better than you’d think. You strike me as a thoughtful person. I don’t think you’re out for cheap thrills…of the pineapple cake, sunburn, and jogging variety. I imagine you’re more interested in making sure you remember how to…live.”
I nodded like a puppet on a string. “Yes, that’s it. That’s exactly it. I’m sure I’ll love my job, but I don’t want to look back and wonder if I missed out on ‘smelling the roses.’ ”
“Or skinny-dipping,” he reminded me with a grin.
“Yes. Yes, exactly. Maybe you do understand.”
Bobby J reached for my hand and brought it to his lips. “We can help each other. I’ll get naked with you in the pool and you can remind me to slow my roll and enjoy the ride.”
I bit my bottom lip. “I thought you were already doing too good a job at that.”
“True. I’ve got the hedonistic part nailed. Now I want to…bake a cake.”
“Pineapple upside-down?”
“Fuck, no.” He snorted, tugging my hand meaningfully as he stood.
He snaked his arms around my waist and fused his mouth to mine. I nibbled his bottom lip, then licked it before slipping my tongue inside. We made out in a slow-building swell, turning up the flame a little at a time until we were both breathless and panting.
I flattened myself to his broad chest and found my place where we’d left off at the office. I moaned into his passionate kisses, meeting him thrust for thrust as I bucked my hips, looking for friction. Grinding against his erection was pure bliss, but we could have been doing so much more.
“Can I suck your cock?” I blurted.
“Sweet Jesus.”
His nostrils flared as he considered me. I couldn’t tell if he was gauging my sincerity or my sanity. Either was possible. My head was swimming, and my dick felt like an iron rod behind my zipper. I was pretty sure I’d never wanted anyone this badly. Ever.
Thankfully, he didn’t make me wait. Bobby J unbuckled his belt and motioned for me to do the same. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and flung it somewhere toward the adjacent living area before helping me undo the buttons on my oxford shirt. He paused frequently to kiss me breathless or palm my crotch through my khakis, stroking my hard-on until I was dizzy with desire. I did the same for him, gripping his shaft through his jeans with my right hand and tweaking his nipples with my left.
He broke our feverish exchange to slip his thumbs under his boxer briefs and push the denim and cotton over his ass. His thick cock sprang free, smacking my stomach.
I wrapped my fingers around his smooth, steely member. “You’re big. And your chest is hairy and…fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
Bobby J smiled as he freed my cock too. “You’re the pretty one. Stroke me, baby. Yeah, just like that.”
We jerked each other in time to our frenzied kisses, keeping rhythm with soft groans. He grabbed a handful of my ass and nibbled on my earlobe.
“Fuck, you have a pretty ass. I’m gonna want to fuck you, baby.”
I pulled back to gauge his expression. “Right now? ’Cause I think I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me when I tell you, okay?”