Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
His head whipped around, and he settled angry eyes on me. I saw in a flash that I’d gone too far. He was right, of course, and I was wrong. I’d lost. So why couldn’t I stop arguing the point?
Before Kage could speak, the elevator bell dinged, and what seemed like about fourteen people filed out. He caught the door, and we both stepped in, followed by a giggling couple who looked like it was taking everything they had not to pounce on each other. The sexual energy was coming off of them in waves.
Apparently, Kage felt it too. He leaned back into a corner and winked in their direction, his recent anger fallen by the wayside. I stifled a laugh. What was it about elevators, anyway? If Kage and I had not been there, that couple would probably have been half naked by the time they reached their floor.
They were the stereotypical honeymoon couple found in every romantic comedy, and they made me jealous.
It seemed like ages since I’d had someone. I thought about Layla and tried to spin a fantasy in my mind, but it was hard to fit the two of us into the shoes of the couple on the elevator. She and I had been active enough, and horny enough, but I couldn’t remember a time when I’d ever felt anything like what was emanating from this couple. Their desire was damn near palpable, the stuff love songs were made of. It was the first time I’d ever seen anything like it in real life.
The couple hurried off the elevator at the fourth floor, while Kage and I continued on to the fifth. He was quiet after they left, and I wondered if he was thinking wistful thoughts like I was. Had he ever had a relationship like theirs, or was he like me?
When the elevator stopped on our floor and the doors slid open, Kage grabbed the strap of my duffel bag where it settled against the front of my chest and pulled me roughly along behind him. I chuckled, wondering if he thought I couldn’t find my way out of the elevator without his help.
Our room was large and tastefully decorated, if a little boring. There was a floral sofa, a wall-mounted LED, a small kitchen, a balcony, and a comfy-looking king bed. After fourteen hours in a car, I was ready to fall into something soft.
I sighed and dropped my duffel right inside the door, taking in a lungful of frigid air. I had always loved the feel of an air-conditioned hotel room, like walking into a furnished meat locker. I slipped my shoes and socks off and left them by the door, enjoying the nubby feel of the carpet between my toes.
Kage grabbed the remote from a glass end table, turned on the TV, and flipped it to sports. He dropped down onto the floor, his back against the sofa, and stretched his arms languidly along the cushions behind him.
He looked right at home as he watched something about the NBA summer league. His brown skin gleamed with fresh color from our drive down, the contours of his muscles fascinating me as if I were seeing them for the first time. He had his knees bent, legs spread, with the soles of his sneakers planted on the carpet. The loose fabric of his gym shorts revealed too much at the tops of his thighs, that long, sharp groove leading up into his groin area clearly visible.
He remained intent on the television, oblivious to the fact that he was a god among men. I looked away. Went to the kitchen to check out the bar.
With the selection of alcohol I found on the counter and in the fridge, we could have easily hosted a party. There were tiny bottles of Canadian Mist, Jack Daniels, Johnny Walker Red, and several flavors of vodka. A fat bottle of red wine sat on the counter, while a wine chiller held white wines and a couple of bottles of champagne. Rounding out the offerings were six-packs of Budweiser and Guinness, along with a couple of plates of cheeses and fruits. A box of Ritz crackers sat on the counter, and I had to admit, crackers had never looked so good.
“Dude, I’m fucking starving,” I said loudly. I turned around and smacked right into Kage, who had moved up behind me without making a sound.
“So am I,” he said. “What do you want?”
“Whatever you need.” I spoke to his throat rather than looking up into his eyes. My voice wavered. “Um… Fish, grilled chicken, greens… Anything is fine.”
“We always eat my way. I want to take you out for your birthday tonight. Maybe to a club or something, but first I want to buy you whatever you want to eat. Pizza or cheeseburgers, something like that. How about a fudge cake or peach cobbler? I can handle the temptation. I’m strong.”