Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
But it didn’t happen. Instead, I watched his face in the low light, wishing like hell my life could be more like his.
Simple. Pure. Real. Nobody hating him just because of who his parents were.
“Being with you is the first time in a while that my life has felt… genuine,” I said.
That was the truth, even if I couldn’t make myself tell him more.
“Well you’re genuinely the best blow job I’ve ever had, so, thanks for that,” he said.
I dropped my jaw. “No way.”
He puffed out a laugh. “Oh yes.”
“But I’m so new to it. I’m such an amateur.”
“And that only made it ten times hotter,” Shane said. “Your technique was actually great, by the way. You’re the whole package. If you wanted to date men, you could have anyone you want.”
Don’t think I really care about dating men, but I sure as fuck enjoy being with you, I thought, chewing on the inside of my cheek.
So maybe I’d been a bit… overzealous with my crushes in life. I’d always been quick to get a crush on women, and even with some of my friends who weren’t women, I’d had times where I felt admiration or excitement every time I saw them.
In fact, some of the only times I felt nervous in life were when I had a crush on someone that was way too distracting.
As I looked at Shane now, standing up and tugging on his fucking adorable Christmas boxer briefs beside my tree, I realized what I was in for like it was a big wallop to my chest.
I had a crush on him.
“I need to head home,” he said to me, and suddenly I felt very naked and exposed sitting like this on my couch. “Early day at the inn tomorrow.”
I swallowed and cleared my throat, sitting up straighter. “Right. Uh, of course. That’s no problem.”
No problem other than the fact that I want you naked on this couch with me all night, and holy fucking fuck do I seriously actually have a crush on you?
He nodded, pulling on the rest of his clothes. I felt like a drooling animal seeing how good he looked shirtless in just jeans, that same V-shape poking out of the top of the waistband.
“I’ll keep you updated on the holiday party details,” he said. “I owe you big time for that still. I’ll find a way to repay it.”
I coughed. “You can repay it with that cock of yours.”
He glanced over at me, a slight surprised smile on his face. “You’re funny.”
I shrugged a shoulder. “And you have a great cock.” And face, and heart, and mind, and tongue….
As he was heading out the door a couple of minutes later, I felt like I was being pulled away from a magnet. I didn’t want him to leave. But I’d also completely forgotten how to be real with someone at all.
Really real. Like, tell-him-everything levels of real.
All the ugly details of my life.
“Thanks, Rowen,” he said in the front doorway of my guest house. “Have a good night.”
Kiss me.
Please kiss me?
“Good night, Shane,” I said.
He waved and headed on down the lit-up path toward the front driveway.
Because fake boyfriends didn’t kiss each other good night. Even if we’d both gotten off together and he’d made me come like I hadn’t in way too long. And even if I was starting to have a very dangerous crush, we weren’t boyfriends. Now he was gone.
I went to lie down on the couch. It still smelled like him, and I grabbed a pillow and hugged it close to my arms, staring off at the Christmas tree.
What in the hell was I even supposed to do with him? He made me feel… good. And it had been too long since I felt like I even deserved that feeling.
This freaking sweeter-than-hell, near-perfect Tennessee boy. A man with a heart of gold, who had somehow crashed into my screwed-up life.
9
SHANE
“I thought tonight was going to be a holiday party,” I protested, my cheeks flushing red the moment Rowen laid eyes on me.
He was sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, outside my house, laughing at me.
Correction: he was trying not to laugh at me. It was very obvious from the way he was shoving his fist up against his lips, hiding a massive smile.
“I didn’t say it was a holiday party,” Rowen finally said, dropping his fist to reveal his wide smile. “I said you could come with me to a get-together and it could be a practice run for when we go to your Christmas party. But I didn’t expect…”
His eyes scanned over my outfit again.
I had gone all out.
I wasn’t just wearing a Christmas sweater.
I was wearing a Christmas sweater underneath light-up Christmas overalls, complete with little glowing LED multicolored lights that slowly blinked all around in a pattern on top of the fabric. I had a reindeer antler headband nestled in my hair, and I’d even put on my red sneakers to really tie the whole look together.