Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 132962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
In the beginning of the day, he’d blamed his performance on all the alcohol he’d drunk the night before, but as the effects of the hangover wore off, he was forced to deal with the truth. And unfortunately, the evidence of that truth stuck straight out in front of him right now. Ignoring the hard-on he sported, he dunked his face into the hot water.
His problems today weren’t rusty skills or the pounding hangover, his problem related to Mitch Knox. No matter how much he tried. He couldn’t focus on anything but him. How had this gotten so far out of control in such a short amount of time?
He reached for the shampoo and lathered his hair before scrubbing down his body. He continued to ignore his dick. As the moments ticked by, the ache only got worse, but he was not going to give in. After he’d cleaned himself, he turned the nobs and the water ran ice cold. Shit! He jumped back and shut the faucet off, completely frustrated as he left the shower stall.
Why was he acting like this? And just like he’d done all day, he started thinking about Mitch again. He dried himself and then ran the towel over his fog-covered mirror. He could see the evidence of a blush creeping up his neck and cheeks as he remembered last night’s phone call. Mitch had so easily gotten him off. He had been asleep and drunk when Mitch called. All things considered, it should have taken him much, much longer to orgasm. Then he must have fallen asleep afterward, because when he woke, he found his phone still lying on the pillow next to his head.
How fucking embarrassing was that? Had he really fallen asleep with Mitch still on the line?
Cody tossed the terrycloth towel over the shower rod to dry. As he brushed his teeth and ran a comb over his short hair, he noticed his flushed skin was made worse by the hints of sunburn across his cheeks and nose. His arms and neck were burned too.
Much like he was doing with his dick, he ignored the sunburn. The bedroom was still dark, and he bypassed the underwear and went for the bed, flopping his exhausted body onto the mattress. The sheets were cold against his freshly showered skin. He tucked himself in, rubbing his legs together to build some warmth. His hand hit his cellphone. That was another thing he’d done today. He’d forgotten his phone when he left this morning. He never forgot his phone.
Palming his cell, he checked the missed calls. Those were all normal. He hadn’t missed anything too important. Then he went straight to his text messages. There were two. He opened them, and his eyes stopped over Mitch’s phone number. Mitch had sent him a text? Instead of opening his family’s first, he tapped the screen and read the few words Mitch had sent him. The time of the text was five fifty-eight this morning. Okay, close to seven Eastern time. His heart did a flip-flop as he read the words.
“I enjoyed last night. I got off a couple of times before you fell asleep. Your voice is amazing. Call me today when you get a chance.”
He dropped the phone and looked up at the dark ceiling and closed his eyes. He let himself reminisce over the few details he vividly remembered from last night. His eyes snapped open when his hand moved to his rock hard cock and his hips automatically arched for the touch.
“No…No!” He picked up the phone and reread the text. It came in fifteen hours ago. Surely since he hadn’t responded, Mitch would get the hint and move on, right? Cody stared back up at the ceiling and then back at the phone. It was already ten thirty at night, eleven thirty in Washington, DC. Ah hell, he needed to man up, and end this thing. He couldn’t leave Mitch on the hook like that. Cody decided on a text.
“I don’t think this is a good idea.” It took him a second before he finally hit send. There, he’d replied. Technically he should have called, but Mitch messed with his head too much. He chose the chicken’s way out by sending the text. As he continued to lie there, he reasoned everything out again reaffirming his decision to stand strong and stop all this non-sense. He was twenty-six years old. He had a certain time frame laid out for his life. He had goals. None of those goals included having his heart trampled on by a player who enjoyed the sex ‘em and leave ‘em game as well as Mitch Knox probably did. Distractions like those were bad if he wanted to achieve his dreams.
“What’s not a good idea?” That reply text had him narrowing his brow. He thought he’d been pretty clear.
“Us, we’re not a good idea.” Cody explained quickly. There, no confusion in those words. Seconds later his phone vibrated, and he opened the message.
“There’s an “Us”? You elevated you and I to an us, like a couple?” Okay, now that made Cody feel like an ass. Had he misunderstood Mitch’s intentions? No, he hadn’t, right? Oh, man.
“No, I’m not saying we’re a couple, I’m just saying, we should probably not do this.” Cody typed back.
“It might be all right to say “us”. I like the idea, not opposed to it in any way. Probably should spend more time getting to know each other first though. I think that’s kind of the more natural way of it. But you don’t like texting?” Mitch texted back to him. Cody looked at the phone, read the words, and then re-read them. What? How had Mitch come to the conclusion that he didn’t like texting? And then the phone began to ring in his hand. Glancing down at the screen, his stomach twisted and his heartbeat sped up. Mitch. He so didn’t need this, not right now. He let the phone ring four times before he decided to answer.