Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Working It (Metropolis #2) | |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Riley Hart | Devon McCormack |
| Language: | English | |
| ISBN/ ASIN: | B06XJV8CTY | |
| Book Information: | ||
After his boyfriend dumps him, Hayden is in need of a place to live. Thanks to his buddies, he has a great lead to room with a guy named Cody in Metropolis, the hottest condominium in town. But things get a little uncomfortable when Hayden shows up for the interview and discovers he and Cody share an awkward up close and personal experience from their past. Cody doesn't have a problem living with Hayden. He's had his share of help when he was down and out, and he wants to do the same for this guy. It's not long until Cody realizes how great it is having someone around. Sometimes, they watch movies together...and other times, they help get each other off--one of the perks of living with a guy who's as laid back about sex as he is. They hit off so well Cody even decides to act as wingman for Hayden while he gets used to hitting the town again. Before they know it, they're spending more time with each other than with anyone else. But Hayden just got out of a relationship and should be spending his nights having fun and working it around town, not jumping into something serious again. Cody's always just gone with the flow, believing if it's meant to happen, it will. But life doesn't always work that way, and if they don't fight for what's right in front of them, Hayden and Cody might be over before they have the chance to even get started. | ||
| Books in Series: | Metropolis Series by Riley Hart | |
| Books by Author: | Riley Hart Books | Devon McCormack Books |
1
Hayden
“How are you even doing that?” Gary whispers to Derek while we attempt what the hot yoga instructor referred to as the Camel Pose.
Gary is on his mat between Derek and me. We’re on our knees, only in our gym shorts, as we lean back to simulate the yoga position along with the class of about thirty. Steam fills the room.
With my back arched, my chest pointing to the ceiling, I tilt my head up to check out my pose in the mirrored wall. I notice Gary’s abs are looking fierce. He’s always been a cute guy, but ever since he started seeing his boyfriend, Travis, a few months ago, he isn’t ashamed of having a good body and working it. He also has a sparkle in his eyes, even as he struggles to arch back further to mimic the position Derek’s twinky body doesn’t have an issue getting into.
“Derek, do you even have bones?” Gary says as his body trembles from his efforts.
“Is this hard?” Derek asks with a wink before he stretches even more. He tosses his head back, his long blond bangs dripping with sweat that falls onto his mat.
I can only imagine how Derek works these moves in the bedroom. I wouldn’t know because I’ve never had sex with him or Gary. They’re my buddies, and attractive as they both are, I wouldn’t fuck around with them. Not at the risk of losing what we share as friends.
I wasn’t planning on coming to hot yoga tonight. We’d scheduled a guys’ night to chat about my breakup with my boyfriend of three years. But Derek was into the instructor of the class, and he’d already signed up for it before we agreed on when we’d meet. He encouraged us to come here before hanging out to discuss the details of my breakup—something I wasn’t excited about doing anyway. In fact, this is a lot more fun than having to think about the drama and the stress…the pain of how it all came to an end. Plus, the instructor, a six-foot-something guy with an eight-pack, has been a lovely distraction from the post-breakup drama.
Gary glances between us like he’s trying to figure out what he’s doing wrong with his Camel Pose.
“We’re not as flexible as Rubber Boy over there,” I tell him.
Derek turns to the guy on the other side of him—a tower of a man, his body stacked with muscles. He’s got a nice chest of trimmed hair. Kind of a daddy look to him. He’s the sort of guy I figure could toss Derek around the way he needs to be tossed around.
I hear a growl, and it takes me a second to realize it’s Derek.
“Seriously?” Gary mutters. He’s trying to be quiet, but considering the only noise in the room comes from the soothing music beside the yoga instructor’s mat, a few glances shoot our way. Even the instructor looks over, a tense expression on his face like he’s about to say something.
But then his gaze meets mine and his expression shifts to one of interest.
My dick expands in my shorts.
This pose isn’t going to hide anything either. Although, it wouldn’t be terrible if he noticed. I need a good fuck right now.
Desperately.
When class finishes up, Gary, Derek, and I hit the showers. The yoga class is hosted at the Flex gym where we have memberships, so it’s familiar territory for all of us, especially since one of the few times we can manage to meet up is for workouts. After our showers, we regroup in the locker room. I change into my street clothes—a tank and jeans. Gary gets dressed beside me while I pull my glasses out of the case and put them on. I turn to the mirror on the wall opposite the lockers and fix my dark hair so it waves across my head the way I like it. A drop of water runs through the cleft in my chin, and I wipe it off quickly before Derek approaches, bare-ass naked. He leans against his locker, striking a pose.
I can tell it’s for the guy he was growling at in the yoga studio, who changes at a locker on the other side of the room, his gaze continually drifting to Derek’s ass. Derek reaches out to me and runs the back of his forefinger through my scruff, which isn’t very long—maybe a quarter of an inch. “A lot of Midtown boys are gonna be eager to feel that against their itty-bitty holes,” he teases.
“You’re disgusting.”
He keeps stroking his finger through my facial hair, and it starts to make me uneasy when he says, “Just shut up and look at me like you’re interested so he gets jelly.”
Oh, clever little ass. Now I realize what he’s doing, and considering how much the daddy behind him is glancing over at us, it’s clearly working.