Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“You’re asking me what the fuck?” he growls back. “Where the hell have you been? It’s three in the morning! I’ve been waiting up for hours.”
I stare at him. “You’re mad that I’m home late? Who are you, my grandma?”
“Look,” he snaps as he shuts the door. I notice he makes sure it’s latched before raising his voice. “Why were you at the hotel tonight, Bailey? No bullshit. Why the hell were you there?”
“Because you invited me,” I retort through clenched teeth.
“I didn’t invite you. I invited SinnerThree.” Anger ripples through his expression. “Why were you pretending to be someone else on the app?”
My jaw falls open. “Are you joking? I wasn’t pretending shit, Hayworth. SinnerThree is my handle. I use Kink all the time.”
He gives a stubborn shake of the head. “I don’t believe you. I don’t believe you fuck guys.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Why? Because I never sat you down and said, ‘Hey Keaton, I’m bi’? Why would I ever do that? We’re not friends.”
“So you’re saying you are bi.”
I can’t tell if it’s an accusation. Either way, it makes me roll my eyes. “Yes, I am. Got a problem with that?” I answer my own question before he can. “Wait, of course you don’t, because apparently you are too.”
Keaton freezes.
Which makes me realize that he was swaying on his feet before. I study his handsome face, and notice his cheeks are flushed and his hazel eyes aren’t entirely focused. He’s been drinking, too.
“I’m not bisexual,” he finally mutters.
“Pan? Gay?”
“Not that, either,” he says stiffly.
I laugh again. Low, humorless. “Uh-huh. So why did you invite another dude into bed with you and Annika?”
“Don’t say her name,” he orders.
“Why not? Is she here?” I nod toward the door. “She hiding in your room?”
“I took her home.”
“Shame. She must be bummed she didn’t get her fantasy.” I tip my head in challenge. “Or was it yours?”
His lips curl in anger. “Fuck you. I was being honest about everything. She wanted a threesome for her birthday. And then she backed out at the last minute. Which is a fucking godsend, because if she saw you walking into that hotel room, she would’ve freaked.”
“Great. Awesome. So it worked out for everyone involved. Bullet fucking dodged.” I’m still holding my towel to my side. “Can you please leave now?”
“No.” He scrapes both hands over his dark-blond head. “Not until we straighten this out.”
“Straighten what out?” I say wearily. “It was a dumb coincidence. I didn’t set you up, you didn’t set me up. I’m bisexual, you’re bicurious. Whatever. It’s done.”
“Done?” he echoes, and there’s a note of desperation in his voice now. “Do you realize how fucking embarrassed I am? To find out I’ve been talking to you this entire time?”
I’m not even insulted, because I feel the same way. “Join the club, asshole. I’m not thrilled, either.” I told this guy shit I’ve never told anyone before. My relationship with my family? My money troubles? Yeah. Talk about embarrassing.
“If you even think about telling anyone about this, I will kick your fucking ass,” Keaton warns. He takes a step forward, and although his legs appear steadier, his breathing is short, labored. “I mean it, Bailey. All the shit we talked about? All the stuff w-we…we did. Nobody ever finds out about that, you hear me?”
“What?” I say mockingly. “You’re scared what Judd will think if he knows you fantasize about sucking cock?”
Keaton’s jaw tightens.
“Scared Tanner might unfriend you if he knew how badly you want a dick in your ass?”
His eyes flash. “Careful, Bailey.”
I just grin. “Hmmm. What do you think they’d say if they knew you’ve been sexting with one of your frat brothers for weeks?”
“Are you…blackmailing me?” he bites out.
“What?”
“You’re threatening to tell my buddies about this if I don’t, what, drop out of the race?”
I’m startled. “Of course not.” Shit, but I can see why he thought I was. “I’m not blackmailing you, Hayworth. I was just teasing. Do you think I want anyone knowing about this? No way, man. My sex life is nobody’s business but mine.”
At the word “sex,” Keaton’s gaze flits from my bare chest to my towel, and then awkwardly lowers to his own feet.
It gets hard to breathe. I feel like Keaton is sucking up all the air in the room with the deep, ragged breaths he’s taking.
“Look, this isn’t a big deal,” I say roughly. “It was just…bad luck.”
“Not a big deal?” he roars. “Are you serious right now!” He draws another breath, then lowers his voice to a tortured pitch. “We watched videos of each other jacking off! You were going to fuck my girlfriend! We talked about having sex with each other.”
He’s panicking. I can see it on his face, in the way his chest heaves with each whispered word.
“And I can’t even pretend that it didn’t turn me on, that it was some kind of fucked-up prank I was playing on you, because you saw how hot it made me.” His hands are clawing through his hair again. His broad chest trembles wildly. “You saw me come.”