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)
Ford stared at him for far too long. Was he considering it? Truthfully, Dylan did have some interest in having sex with him and Erin at the same time. He hadn’t done a threesome before, and he wasn’t against it. He’d simply never sought out the opportunity.
Today, it was landing in his lap. However, he was well aware of possible issues doing one.
Jealousy, or someone feeling ignored.
He had to take into account that he would be the odd man out here. Ford already had an ongoing intimate relationship with Erin.
Dylan did not.
Did he want one with her badly enough to put himself in this type of situation?
Earlier, his attention couldn’t be pulled away from what Ford had been doing to Erin on the spanking bench. While watching, he fantasized about standing in Ford’s place. Not long after, he also had flashes of Ford being the one tied up and getting the same treatment as given to Erin.
He couldn’t tell what turned him on more.
The truth was, he wanted to fuck them both. Only, he never considered doing it at the same time and in the same place. A twist he hadn’t seen coming.
But right now, Dylan really wanted to recreate that scene with Ford. He wasn’t sure if the man would agree since he already stated he normally didn’t bottom.
“If I did this with you, you’d consider our proposal?” Ford asked.
“Our?”
“Yes, our. Do you think I’d propose something like that without getting her consent first?”
Consent was a requirement on this ranch, whether it involved a guest, employee or even a visitor. But still, he found this proposal surprising. “She wants a threesome? With the two of us?”
“I told you she’s changed. Just like you did. Only you had to leave to find your true self. She found hers here.”
Dylan sneered. “I’m tired of people trying to make me feel guilty for leaving.”
“That’s not what I’m trying to do. You left for a reason and that reason belongs to you. You knew what you needed and shouldn’t feel guilty about that.” Ford tipped his head to the side. “Anyway, Erin discovered a lot about herself after you left. So, in a way, you leaving also helped her find her true self, too.”
“Are you saying she’s grateful that I left?”
“That’s not what I’m saying. Look, I’m done talking about Erin without her being involved. If you have questions about or for her, you need to hear those answers directly from the source.”
Dylan could respect that. “If we’re done talking and you’re not getting undressed, then there’s no point in us being in this room.” He didn’t want to hold up the cleaning crew for no reason.
When Ford continued to stand there, Dylan shrugged and headed for the door. As he reached for the knob, the jingle of a metal belt buckle being released made him pause. He stayed facing the exit and listened carefully to see if Ford was just jerking him around.
However, the rustling behind him got his blood flowing south again. His ears picked up the thump of boots being removed. The slide of denim over long legs. The whisper of cotton over defined abs, broad shoulders and thick, corded arms.
He didn’t have to use his eyes to see it, he could envision it in his mind.
“Are you leaving or staying?”
That deep, gravelly voice sent an unexpected shudder through him.
At first, when he discovered he was attracted to men, he thought it was a fluke. An anomaly. Something he’d outgrow. A lot of college kids liked to experiment, and he was no different.
The first time he kissed a guy, he was drunk.
The second time, he was stone-cold sober.
The first time he had sex with a man, he was nothing but a ball of nerves.
The second time, he wasn’t much better.
Unfortunately, same for the third.
It took a while before he was somewhat comfortable with it. In the back of his mind, he kept worrying about the stigma.
Some days he still did.
With time and experience, he discovered what he liked and didn’t. One being, he was attracted to specific people, not specific genders. To him, it didn’t matter if that individual was a man or a woman. One of his past partners informed him that made him a pansexual and not bi.
Bottom line, Dylan didn’t give a shit about labels.
He also had no desire to shout from the rooftops who he was at his very core. It was no one’s business except his own. Not even the person he was having sex with. Because that was all it was… Usually a brief encounter that didn’t include the sharing of personal details.
He never stuck around long enough for anyone to do a deep dive on him.
For him, Erin would be different. He hoped to rekindle the relationship they established so long ago that abruptly ended. However, if he wanted a shot at her, it seemed as if he had to go through Ford.