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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I don’t ever want to let go.

He pulls away from our kiss and gazes into my eyes. Then he moves close so that his nose rubs against my cheek. Raising his hand and gripping the back of my neck, he strokes his thumb across it. As his breath slams against my face, I feel so loved, so appreciated. “I missed you, Superass. Everything about you.”

I can’t stop the smile spreading across my face. “I missed you too. You wanna come inside?”

“Only if we’re talking about your ass.” His lips curl into a smirk against my cheek. I missed this, his joking playfulness.

We claw at each other’s clothes as we make our way into my condo. Our kisses are frenzied. My body aches with my need for Travis, and I’m eager to remind him of who his Superass is.

EPILOGUE

Travis

Three Months Later

I walk through the door to what will soon be the new and first home of Magic Touch. Gary is standing on a stepladder, applying a pale blue paint to the walls. “You were right. It looks incredible.” I hadn’t been sure about the color, but he’d insisted it would look good. Leave it to him to always be right.

“That’s why you should always just listen to me.” He tosses a grin over his shoulder before getting back to work.

“Shut up.”

“It’s okay. You’ll get used to it.”

I roll my eyes at him. He’s gotten awfully cocky the past few months, but really, I fucking love it. Love seeing him shine.

“How was lunch with Steven?” he asks, his back to me. Turns out Steven really did have shit going on a few months ago, a business emergency out of the country. When I thought he’d been blowing me off, he’d really been doing his job and getting shit done. As soon as he’d gotten back into the country, he’d invited me over to his place and made me an offer. It was everything I’d hoped it would be. Now, here we are, getting my place ready to open.

“Good. He and Raymond want us to go to a show with them next month, a musical or something. I don’t remember the name of it.”

Gary freezes, turns and looks at me like I just ran over a kitten. “How do you not know the name?”

“Um…because I forgot it?”

“Travis!”

“Gary!”

“I hate you,” he says, so I walk over, wrap my arms around his waist and pull him off the ladder.

“Well, I love you.” I have my moments of uncontrollable sap, which would be embarrassing if I didn’t love the bastard so goddamned much.

Gary’s arms knot around my neck and his lips come down on mine. I push my tongue into his mouth and wish like hell I could lay him on the floor right here and make love to him.

Before I can’t control myself, I pull away and set him down. “It looks great, really. Thanks for helping.”

“Of course I’m helping. We’re a team now, remember?”

Yeah…yeah, I do. It feels good being a part of a team like this.

I grab the second paint roller and start helping him. We talk about the opening and Martin’s upcoming wedding. My parents will be there, of course. We haven’t spoken since that day at their house, but I didn’t expect anything different. They’re too set in their ways and that’s okay. It’s not the outcome I want of course, but that’s life, isn’t it? Everything doesn’t always turn out perfect, but when I look at Gary, I’m reminded some things do. I hadn’t gone there that day for them. I’d gone there for me…for Gary, and I’d done what I’d needed to do. Like I’d told Mom and Dad, they know where I am if they ever want to talk to me.

His family on the other hand, is a different story. It only took me about a week to meet his dad, who’d insisted. About two weeks later his mom had come around.

“My mom called to check on the progress,” he says. “She’s telling all her friends about her son’s boyfriend’s massage parlor. She fucking loves you.”

“Is that really any surprise? I mean, I am me, right?” I tease, making Gary laugh.

“You’re such a cocky bastard.”

“Good thing you like cock.” I wink at him, earning me a look that says I’m ridiculous.

We spend the next few hours working at the shop. Just as we’re about to leave, Gary’s phone rings. “It’s Hayden,” he says. “I need to get this.” And then into the phone, he says, “Hello?”

Gary listens for a few moments, then closes his eyes and gives a soft, “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

My stomach twists as I wait to hear what’s happened, hoping everything is okay. Hayden is a good guy. He and Derek have been great friends to Gary.

“Do you want to go out? Trav and I can take you out?” Gary asks him, but I can tell by the look on his face Hayden says no. Huh. Must not be too bad if he’s talking about going out.


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