Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
“It was,” he murmured, his tone coaxing. “It was a great idea. Really nice of you to not let me feel like an asshole for the rest of my life.”
I took a deep breath. “You’re not an asshole.”
“But how I pressured you, the things I said… I went after you, but you were already gone.”
“You did?” I brightened, because that was nice to hear.
“Yes. God, Weber, I really am so sorry.”
“Forget it. I’ll see you.”
“When?”
He knew me well for someone who had seen me maybe fifteen times in a three-year period—he knew to ask for a definitive timeline. Because when I said I would see him, it could mean either today, tomorrow, or before I died.
“Weber?”
I took a breath. “Well, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I reckon you could come fetch me from the station here.”
Deep exhale. “Okay. I’ll be right there. Don’t leave. Please.”
“It ain’t like you to worry.”
“No, I know, I just… I missed you, and I never have any way to reach… I’m just so glad you called. You have no idea.”
And because I knew him, I knew he really was.
We met in Texas when I was breaking horses on a ranch between rodeos. He and some friends had come to hunt quail, and the guide was held up with another party, so my boss asked me to run into town and pick the men up and drive them out to the ranch. I never thought the brown-eyed, chestnut-haired, golden-skinned man would take a second look at me. Even under the merciless Texas sun, he’d looked like a million bucks. Crisp, polished, pressed, the tailored dress suit and shirt that must’ve cost more than all my earthly possessions clinging to the long lines of him, accentuating his muscles. I could barely breathe.
In the SUV, I stared at the road, kept quiet, and concentrated on not fidgeting. When the four men piled out of the car after I rolled up to the huge ranch house, I exhaled a deep sigh of relief. And then almost came out of my skin moments later when there was a hard tap on the glass. I rolled down the window, swallowing hard, my mouth bone dry.
“What was your name?” the god asked me as I tried for the life of me to remember.
I coughed. “Web. Weber Yates,” I managed to answer. “What’s yours?”
“Cyrus. Cyrus Benning.”
I smiled at him, taking in the swirl of gold in the milk-chocolate eyes that you only noticed up close. He had long, dark, feathery lashes, chiseled features, and broad shoulders. The man was mouthwatering and by far the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.
He wet his lips. “I don’t normally…” He cleared his throat. “And you’re probably not… But do you think you might want to have dinner with me?”
I would not make it through dinner. The man’s mouth, his full, sculpted lips, made me want things I shouldn’t have. Looking at him, I got brave. “Or we could find a motel and fuck,” I said before my brain kicked in.
He smiled, wicked and wide. “We could do that, but I would also love to feed you if you’ll let me.”
“That’s not real safe in this town.”
He leaned against the door and reached toward me, sliding the back of his fingers up my throat. “Okay, then, room service and sex it is. When?”
“I get off work at six.”
“So, seven?”
I managed to nod.
“Where?”
I gave him the name of the best place in town. “I can get the room,” I said, though it would bankrupt me and delay my leaving another two weeks. But it would be well worth it to crawl into bed with a man who would fill my daydreams for the rest of my life.
“I’ll get the room,” he assured me, the curl of his lip intoxicating. “So, seven for sure?”
“Seven would be just fine.”
His eyes were all over me, and I heard his breath catch. “God, I really hope you’re a—”
“Top,” I said, needing that to be clear from the get-go. I had never trusted anyone enough to bottom for them, and I certainly wasn’t going to start with some stranger I wanted to fuck, no matter how hot he was.
“That’s good.”
“Should I bring rope?” I teased him, to see how far I could push it.
“Whatever you want, as long as you fuck me.”
It was going to be a hell of an evening. “No worries about that. Until tonight, then.”
“Until tonight,” he repeated but didn’t move.
Everyone else was inside, and the SUV sat parallel to the drive and was big enough to obscure every view from the house. So I leaned out of the window. “You wanna have a taste of me now?”
In answer, he dropped his duffel bag, grabbed my face with both hands, and looked at me. “Give me your tongue,” he ordered, and I realized for a bottom, the man was damn bossy.