Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Whatever. He understood what Kai was saying. And in truth, he had to agree. Too much time together was a bad idea. Too much exposure and he might end up addicted. Kai’s allure was just too enticing. And Breck’s dumb ass was definitely not immune. Even now, he was already jonesing for another hit.
Walking to the couch, he swiped up his tee and pulled it over his head—then stilled and made a face as he glanced at the floor. “Um… You got a hand towel?” He gestured sheepishly to where he’d come on the ground.
Kai chuckled. “You’re good. I got it.”
Breck nodded and headed for the door.
Kai accompanied him down the stairs.
Breck reached the vestibule, but paused at the exit. “So… I’ll uh… text you… or something.” The sentiment felt awkward. Uncomfortable. Forced. They weren’t lovers, after all. Not for real. And honestly, Breck wasn’t even sure they were friends. Which left him on unsteady footing, unsure how to act.
Kai’s shuttered expression didn’t help.
Kai opened the door, then turned to Breck and smiled. “Good night, handsome sub.”
— SEVEN —
“Fuck, that’s bright,” Breck muttered as he parked his ass on his frat house’s front steps. He’d needed the fresh air. Had woken up to a house reeking of stale beer. What’s more, his head was killing him and his stomach felt like shit. Yet the sun’s warmth on his skin felt really good.
He never should’ve stayed up drinking last night. Now he was hungover yet again.
Ever the plight of a fraternity brother.
In his defense though, his housemates hadn’t taken no for an answer. Had been ready to throw it down and were determined to take him with.
“We gotta set the example,” Jegs had insisted, shoving a beer in Breck’s hand. “Show the underclassmen how it’s done.”
“Yeah,” Charlie had concurred. “Those fuckers are always watching. Don’t ruin the image, Old King Cole. Time to drink and be merry!”
To his detriment, Breck had succumbed. Had rationalized that soon he wouldn’t be able to drink hardly at all. What with his basketball obligations just over the horizon. He’d need to be in tiptop shape. Besides, he’d kind of needed the distraction. Having just come back from Kai’s, his brain had been in all sorts of disarray.
So, he’d capitulated and proceeded to get ripped. To the point where the three of them had started showing off their tattoos again. All standing chests-to-backs so their letters lined up. Which, of course, the ladies had eaten up. And, God, had they’d descended in droves. Hitting on Breck incessantly as if their opportunities were running out. Something he supposed in a way was true. With graduation behind them, these parties wouldn’t be happening for very much longer.
Thing was, thanks to his encounter with Kai, he hadn’t been feeling it. For any of them. Which was saying a lot. There’d been some seriously hot mamas there—and he’d been ridiculously drunk.
Although, in truth, he hadn’t been into them for a while. Ever since Kai had set up camp in his brain. Add to that the way he’d been feeling after Kai’s and, yeah, hitting it with a hoochie just wasn’t on his to-do’s. For the unforeseeable future.
Which didn’t mean they hadn’t been in his face—because, goddamn, they’d been relentless. Climbing all over his lap. Sandwiching him in. Granted, they’d been wasted, too, but that had actually made things worse. A drunk, emboldened honey is a force to be reckoned with. And when they worked as a team? Holy hell. At times, he’d felt like a slab of meat, surrounded by a pride of female lions. Jesus, their hands had been everywhere. Pretty sure he could’ve filed a few sexual harassment complaints.
Breck sighed and rubbed his eyes.
Nevertheless, he’d managed to fend them off, in spite of how inebriated he’d been. Sometimes pawning them off on others. Sometimes giving them the slip. Which, yes, earned him some baffled stares from the guys. At the time though, he hadn’t cared. For shit’s sake, he’d already orgasmed that evening more times than he could count.
Thanks to Kai’s toys. And his incredible dick.
Breck shifted on the front stoop at the memory, the ache in his ass instantly grabbing his attention. A constant reminder of their time together. And again, the main reason he’d ended up drinking last night. But he hadn’t known what else to do. He’d been obsessing ever since he’d left Kai’s place. Behavior that wasn’t like him. And most definitely wasn’t cool. He never let people steal his attention. It’d unsettled him and made him feel like he’d had to take action.
But in truth, drinking hadn’t helped.
Hell, if anything, it’d made his mind-fuck even worse.
Which, in hindsight, was probably what had fed all the ladies’ bravado. They’d thought his boner had been in response to them. When in actuality, it’d been for the guy just a few streets over.