Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“You’re not trying to be a dick? Don’t you always tell me you’re an asshole? I have yet to see proof of that.”
“Declan! Can I get a hand? We’re a little backed up,” Kai shouted, and man, I hadn’t even realized he’d come over to help Eliza.
“I need to go.”
Sebastian grabbed my wrist just as I went to turn around. “I know the rules haven’t changed. I don’t want them to. Hell, I just got out of a relationship. But I want someone I know. If you’re interested, come over when you get off. I’ll text you the gate code.”
Without another word, Sebastian let go, slid under the rope, and walked out. All I could think was how stupid it was for him to give me the code to get into his property. I’d been to his place, but he’d never given me the code before. He was a fucking celebrity, for Christ’s sake. I could give that to anyone. Could sell it. Could do a million things. I shook those thoughts from my head and headed over to help Kai and Eliza.
The whole night I told myself I wasn’t going to go to Sebastian’s place. I already had plans anyway.
CHAPTER THREE
Sebastian
The truth was, I’d gone to see Declan because I didn’t want to be alone. Sure, I’d love to get off, and he was right, it would take nothing for me to find someone to do that with, but in the grand scheme of things, I wasn’t someone who randomly slept with a lot of men. It was why the whole app thing had felt odd to me all those years ago. Not that I’d never done it, but I liked knowing someone or feeling some kind of connection with them. For whatever reason, I’d felt that with Declan from the start.
When I was closeted, he was easy and familiar, but once I was out, he was simply familiar, and that was important to me. I could trust him. I knew what to expect from him. When we hooked up after my first movie came out and he knew who I was, Declan hadn’t treated me any differently. I wasn’t a movie star to him. I wasn’t famous or anything else. I was just a guy he liked getting off with, and I thought maybe I needed that.
I showered and waited for him, unsure if Declan was going to come but really fucking wanting him to. He was…hell, when I thought about it, he’d been in my life longer than anyone I wasn’t related to—with the exception of a couple of childhood friends, but we’d grown apart after I left Idaho. Some had been homophobic when I came out, while others didn’t keep in touch when I was just Bastian, but suddenly were real interested in the actor Sebastian Cole.
I didn’t ever feel that way with Declan. He wasn’t impressed by me, and I didn’t want him to be. I didn’t want anyone to be.
It was 3:16 in the morning when my doorbell rang, which was later than I’d expected. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I pushed up from the couch and went to answer it. I pulled the door open, and there he was. His dark-blond, messy hair seemed to stick up like always, the strands falling in all different directions. His blue eyes were familiar. He’d kept a short beard and mustache since the first time I’d met him, just thick enough to feel rough and bristly against my skin. There was a mole I hadn’t noticed in the beginning, about an inch beneath his left eye. He had the black necklace, silver ring, and leather and beaded bracelets he always wore.
“Don’t give random people your gate code,” he said, slipping around me to come inside.
“Yes, Daddy. And you’re not random.” I closed and locked the door behind him.
“We’ve fucked a handful of times. That doesn’t mean I’m not a crazy stalker.”
Oh God. He was really taking this overboard. It wasn’t as if I would give it to just anyone. Plus, I could always change it if I didn’t trust him. “I’d be okay getting stalked by you.” I waggled my eyebrows playfully.
He shook his head, a small smile curling his lips one second, and the next our mouths were fused together. I wasn’t sure who’d moved first, who’d kissed first, just that Declan’s tongue was now teasing my lips and begging for entrance. Gladly, I gave it to him.
His hands went straight to my ass, cupping it and pulling me close. Somehow, he always tasted dark, like he was teetering on the edge of something and fighting to hold himself back. It was strange how well I knew his body—the way he kissed and smelled and felt; what he liked and the noises he made when he came. But I didn’t know if he had siblings or where his family lived or what Declan liked to do for fun. Had he gone to college? Traveled? Did he drink coffee in the mornings? It was wild to think that I’d been fucking him for eight of the last ten years and didn’t know any of those things about him.