Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“I guess it is funny, in a way. It didn’t feel so funny though.” Jack’s smile fell away from his face. Will was at once contrite.
“I’m sorry. I should be more sensitive. You’ve really been put through the ringer over this. I hope things will be okay…” he hesitated, almost afraid to say the words, “between us.”
Jack responded by pulling Will toward him. They kissed, their lips meeting in a tender press. Jack was the first to part his lips, his tongue licking sensually over Will’s before sliding into his mouth in search of Will’s tongue.
As they kissed, Will felt something inside him ease. The something that had coiled as tight as a spring inside him the moment Eric had uttered his exclamation of horror. He wrapped his arms around Jack and clung to him as they kissed.
When they finally fell apart, Jack said, “What did you do last night?”
Will started to say, “Nothing.” Instead he said, “At first I waited for you to call me back. I sat on my sofa, feeling sorry for myself, checking my cell phone every few minutes to see if maybe I missed a call.”
“Oh, Will. I’m so sorry—”
“No. Don’t apologize. You’ve already explained and I accept it. I want to be honest though. I want us both to be as honest as we can going forward. You should know, I mean, I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating, I’ve never been in a committed relationship before. I’m not even sure I know how to do it, but I want to try. I have this feeling the first step is being honest, even about things we might like to slide over and forget.”
Jack’s face had become guarded while Will made his speech. Will realized Jack was leaping to his own conclusions. “No.” He touched Jack’s massive, sexy chest. “I didn’t do anything. I can see on your face that’s what you’re thinking. I didn’t go to another man, I promise.” He smiled as Jack’s face lost its closed, vacant look.
“Okay,” Jack said softly. “So what did you do after you gave up on me calling back?”
“Paul and his latest boy toy, this guy named Francois, they invited me to go along with them to this private club. It’s called Torch. It’s in Manhattan. The latest private trendy club for horny gay guys to engage in shallow, meaningless sex with strangers.”
He laughed ruefully, all too aware that until very recently he wouldn’t have hesitated to leap into the fray. “I decided what the hell—you’d abandoned me.”
“Will—”
“I’m sorry. I’m being a drama queen, ignore me.” Will grinned and continued. “The place held the usual crowd of beautiful people and wannabes. This British guy with a hyphenated name tried to pick me up. I realized I just wasn’t into it and I left.”
“You left? Alone?”
In mock exasperation, Will cuffed Jack’s head. “Yes, alone. I caught a cab and came back home. I went to bed, chaste as a lamb, dreaming of you.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think of you and chaste as words that go together.”
“I’m pure as the driven snow.” Will pressed his hands together beneath his chin, as if in prayer.
Jack reached out to cuff Will in turn. Will blocked his arm and swiped back at him. In a moment they were locked in a tussle, first one then the other gaining the upper hand. They rolled on the bed, trying to catch one another in wrestling holds.
Jack, though the shorter, was in fact the stronger of the two. Within a few minutes he’d pinned Will beneath him, his knees resting firmly on Will’s arms as he straddled Will’s hips.
They were both breathing hard and laughing. “You give up?” Jack panted. Will probably could have twisted his way out of it, but he found he liked the weight of Jack on him, holding him down. It made his cock hard.
“Yes,” he gasped. “You win.”
With a low, throaty chuckle, Jack leaned down. This time the kiss wasn’t gentle. Keeping Will pinned beneath him, he claimed him, his tongue darting and swirling in Will’s mouth and over his lips. When he reached back, finding and cupping Will’s stiff cock beneath his jeans, Will moaned and arched up.
Who was this new Jack, so self-assured, taking what he wanted as if he’d been doing it all his life? This was the same man who had ripped Will’s shirt in his lust. What would have happened last night if the outraged son hadn’t made his inopportune appearance? Will, used to being in control with whoever he was with, was both excited and a little nervous at the change in Jack’s personality.
When Jack finally released his mouth he sat back, Will’s arms still pinned beneath his knees. Trying to regain a modicum of control, Will said, “Open your pants. Let me suck your cock.”