Faking It Read online Riley Hart, Devon McCormack (Metropolis #1)

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Metropolis Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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“What does that have to do with you?” I ask.

“Nothing, but, Gary, the guy’s trouble. You know he’s a massage therapist, right?”

I didn’t, but apparently he’s even more handsy than I’d previously considered.

“So…?”

“Guys talk about the kinds of things he does for them sometimes. And it doesn’t surprise me, considering he’s not exactly a saint around town. I’m just saying…he’s not the kind of guy you can trust. He’s—”

Heat flashes to my face.

“The kind of guy who’ll cheat on me?”

“That was different. I fell for someone outside of us. I was a coward. I didn’t have the balls to tell you that. This Travis guy. He’s bad news.”

“He’s been nothing but good to me.”

Which is true. Just not in the way I make it sound.

“He uses guys for sex.”

Who is he to tell me this?

The rage he’s stirred is too much for me to contain. I spit out, “Maybe that’s what I needed to get over you. A guy who uses me for sex. Travis gives me the incredible, mind-blowing sex I needed…the kind I never got when we were together.”

I’m enjoying leading him to believe I’m already running around, having all this awesome sex. That I’m so over him that I’m having this incredible affair with someone as hot as Travis. He’ll find out soon enough that there’s nothing going on, but it gives me some satisfaction right now.

Peter starts to say something, but before he can get anything out, I notice someone approaching me from my side.

I turn and see Travis, a broad smile across that gorgeous face of his. I’m looking directly into his beautiful hazel eyes—greener toward the center and browner on the edges.

He wraps an arm over my shoulder.

“Hey, sexy,” he says before kissing me.

Fire fills my cheeks.

What the fuck is happening right now? Did he overhear what we were talking about?

What does he think about me implying that I was hooking up with him?

Although, with our lips locked, it’s obvious he doesn’t mind. Is he helping me out?

These thoughts race through my mind in a moment before I abandon all concern and enjoy his wet tongue as it slides between my lips.

He hugs me and strokes up and down my back, his fingers pressing into my muscles. Considering how it feels to have him caress me like this, I imagine he must give people some incredible massages. I’d pay for this shit.

My dick stirs to life again, but I don’t care because right now, the only thing in the world that exists is Travis and the hottest fucking kiss I’ve ever had in my life.

6

Travis

Gary moans softly into my mouth. I swallow it down, tighten my hold on him as his blunt nails bite into the skin of my back. His tongue sweeps my mouth, and his body presses against mine. He’s all fucking hunger and need, and all I can think is, Christ, he can kiss. They always say it’s the quiet ones, and I’ve never seen it until now. He gives me another sexy, little groan. Nips my lip, and fuck if I don’t wish we were somewhere more private so I could see if he would really let loose.

I press another quick kiss to his lips before I pull back, put my arm around his shoulder and tuck his head against my neck. I have no fucking clue what I’m doing here. All I know is I glanced over and saw Peter and his boy talking to Gary. The tenseness rolled off him, showed in the stiffness of his body and the way he took a step back, almost like he wanted to disappear.

Steven had excused himself a little while before and told me to relax and have a good time, which I’d tried, but then I’d seen Gary over here, and I’d had the urge to save him—which is a pretty fucking foreign emotion if I’m being honest. When I got close enough to hear Gary talking about the mind-blowing sex I gave him, I decided to go for it, hoping I didn’t take a knee to the balls, even if it was just out of plain shock.

Now that the kiss is over, Gary’s like a board against me. Peter looks like he wants to hit me but also has his mouth wide open like he can’t believe Gary’s out getting dick instead of weeping over him. Forget the fact that Gary might very well be weeping over Peter. I have no fucking idea. All I know is, I’m pretty sure he’s a smug bastard who really needs to be put in his place.

“Jesus, that fucking mouth. I can’t get enough of it.” I drop my hand and swat Gary on the ass, and he lets out a sharp squeak. “I love it when you make that sound.”

Letting my eyes wander Peter’s way, I say, “Oh, hey. I’m Travis,” and reach out my right hand. My left arm is still wrapped around Gary, who sounds like he’s slightly hyperventilating beside me.


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