Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
It was a risky move for the Lyons brothers to open this kind of resort here due to that fact alone. Would the ranch be gated and have security guards? Of course. But that could end up being a false sense of security for both the resort and the guests.
It was also risky for locals to identify as anything other than heterosexual.
Were people more accepting in this day and age? Some. But there were plenty of others who doubled down on their hatred of what they didn’t understand.
It was why Ford never wanted to hook up with anyone from town other than Erin. Instead, he used hookup apps to find someone in the closest city. Of course, it was a pain in the ass to drive that far, especially in winter. Unfortunately, he had no choice, since it was the safest way to handle any wants and desires Erin couldn’t fulfill.
Because of the loose structure of their relationship, she never asked if he was seeing anyone else and he didn’t volunteer that information. That meant she had no idea he was bi. He had no reason—at least before today—to share that side of him. He also wasn’t sure how she’d react if she ever found out.
One thing he always promised her: No matter who he was with—other than her—he would always wear a condom and get tested regularly. He also asked her to do the same if she was having sex with anyone other than him. Luckily, they trusted each other enough and didn’t need verification to make sure they were sticking to their word.
Ford leaned back against the run-in shed’s wall and ran a hand down his bare chest, remembering Dylan’s hands on his heated skin. His palm drew a path down his abs until it hit the waistband of his jeans.
He was tempted.
But he shouldn’t.
He was working.
Anyone could come along and catch him.
Did he care about any of that? Hell no. All he cared about right now was relieving the pressure and finishing what Dylan started by grinding his cock against Ford’s.
Screw it.
After unfastening his leather belt and jeans, he shoved them down far enough to free his erection. He gave his balls a quick squeeze before shutting his eyes and pulling a long breath in through his nostrils.
This shouldn’t take long, and he hoped to hear anyone approaching.
Circling the root of his cock, he squeezed that next, cutting off the blood flow for a few seconds. Then he began the age-old practice of horny boys and men everywhere… He began to stroke his length.
Keeping his eyes shut, he imagined Dylan on his knees in the finely ground stone with Ford’s cock in his mouth.
He also pictured those intense hazel eyes rising to meet his, his mouth stretched around Ford’s girth, his tongue collecting the tangy precum as it swirled around the crown.
Ford’s hips and fingers twitched with every pump into his boss’s imaginary mouth.
He was about to lose his load. Unfortunately, not in Dylan’s mouth or on his face or even deep within the man’s ass.
Damn shame.
Clenching his teeth, Ford stroked faster.
“Fuck,” he groaned when his cock pulsed and his cum shot out, landing on the dusty stone at his feet.
All spurred from a simple kiss.
One that might take a while to forget.
Maybe he needed to cruise his favorite app and take the hour-long trip to State College to help evict it from his memories.
Chapter Eleven
“Ford…” Erin started while pulling a pan of homemade meatloaf out of the oven.
“Yeah, darlin’?”
As soon as she placed the hot pan on a trivet in the center of the kitchen table, she turned to face him where he stood behind his seat. He was ready to plant his ass at the table and start chowing down since he’d worked hard all day at the resort finishing up small projects and was starving.
When she invited him over for one of his favorite meals, it took him less than thirty seconds to respond to her text with a “yes,” while in his head he screamed, “Hell yes!”
Even though Danica had been working on the resort’s menu all week and the employees got to be her guinea pigs, nothing beat a plate of Erin’s glazed meatloaf, sour cream mashed potatoes, and braised cabbage.
Of course, with a cold beer to wash it all down.
He leaned over the table to set a bottle of Yuengling next to her plate, then tucked his thumb under her chin to tip her face up. He stared down into her deep brown eyes. “What’s bothering you? I can see it in your face.”
“I need to ask you…” She shook her head. “No, I need to tell you something. I know we don’t owe each other anything other than friendship, but…”
“What?” he prodded.
“I…”
She was rarely this bothered over anything unless it was something out of her control. That realization made the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention. “What, Erin? Just spill whatever it is.”