Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
And I hated to admit how much I liked that.
Just then the sound of the front door opening sounded out, and for a second I was sure I must have been imagining it.
Who would be coming into my house?
Unannounced?
“Yoo-hoo!” I heard a familiar voice calling out from the front entryway a moment later, and my insides went hot. I immediately realized who it must be, and why he was here.
“Landry,” I said, my eyes going wide. “Um, Landry—wait a sec, please—”
“Door was open,” Landry said. “Your text seemed a little dire earlier tonight, so I figured—oh, hello.”
It was too late.
Landry had poked his head around the column between the entryway and the living room, glancing over toward the couch before politely turning the other way.
I looked up to Storm, who was climbing off of me and standing up near the couch. I expected an embarrassed reaction that any normal person would have.
But I forgot that I was dealing with Storm Rosling.
Storm didn’t do embarrassment.
“Howdy,” Storm said, smiling his usual confident, charming smile. He cupped his cock in one hand, attempting modesty so that he wouldn’t fully flash a stranger. But other than that, he stood proud and tall, seemingly completely fine with being seen naked, sweaty, and very intimate next to me.
“Hello, there,” Landry said, still looking off toward the kitchen. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, it sounded like you were home alone, Emmett.”
“I was here alone earlier,” I said, heat flooding to my cheeks. Apparently Storm had no issue being caught like this, but even around my best friend, I was a little more modest. I reached for my clothes, tugging on my underwear and pants hastily.
“I’ll stop by again later,” Landry said. “I’m sorry.”
“No, no,” Storm said. “I’ll head out. Don’t want to get in the way of whatever you two…”
He trailed off and I covered my face with my hands.
“It’s not like that. Landry’s my best friend, not a hookup,” I said. “Is everything ok, Landry?”
“Absolutely,” he said. “Just wanted to bring over some truffle fries and the good pumpkin pie spice ice cream, because you sounded like you were having a rough night in your text earlier.”
He was still staring at the wall over by the kitchen, preserving my modesty. Bless his heart. Good old Lucky Landry. Always relaxed, always smooth, no matter what happened. There was a reason he was my best friend.
“I’ll leave you guys to it,” Storm said, pulling on his pants but not bothering to toss on a shirt.
“You could stay,” Landry offered.
Fuck.
That was one thing about Landry that I usually loved, but hated right now.
Just like me, he was too friendly. To everyone. Always.
“Wouldn’t want to impose,” Storm offered, cutting me a glance.
“I sure wouldn’t mind if you stayed,” Landry said. “Emmett’s told me so much about you.”
Storm knew I was squirming inside. Like I wished the world would open up and swallow me whole.
And so of course, in typical Storm fashion, he pushed every button inside me that he could find.
“Okay,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “I’ll stay and hang out, then. Did you say something about truffle fries?”
12
STORM
I wouldn’t usually have described myself as a diabolical person.
Sure, I liked messing around. I liked having fun. And I had no shame about anything, even though I typically avoided straight-up awkward situations.
But tonight I couldn’t resist taking a chance to hang out with Emmett and his best friend. Especially right after being caught in the act—after the act, really—and seeing how flustered Emmett had gotten. He seemed embarrassed, but he didn’t seem upset, and that was what made me decide to stay.
I’d seen Emmett upset. Many times.
But I could tell there was some small part of him that liked this. Under the blushing, there was some small sense of pride. He hadn’t been with another guy in a long time, and just maybe, he may have liked the fact that instead of being alone and sad when his bestie came over, he’d been naked with another guy.
Or maybe I was just crazy and delirious after how turned on I’d been earlier tonight.
That was definitely possible, too.
“I’d like to take a quick rinse in the shower, if you two don’t mind terribly?” Emmett asked us. “Because I was doing yard work before. You know.”
“Right. Yard work,” I said.
And letting me come all over your chest.
“Go ahead,” Landry said. “I’ll try not to talk Storm’s ear off.”
“I’ll be back in ten,” Emmett said, heading off upstairs.
Landry and I were sitting at the breakfast bar now. Emmett’s kitchen island was made of marble, and the bar stools were plush leather. He had a sleek, sculptural-looking gold pumpkin decoration at the center of the island, fancier looking than any fall decor I’d ever seen in a store. It may have even been real gold.
The moment Emmett had left the room, Landry’s expression changed. He suddenly looked at me with a much more serious, pointed stare.