Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I figured, but I thought I should mention it anyway. You know, just to make sure we’re on the same page.”
A few minutes later, we pulled up to a huge, Mediterranean-style house in a nice neighborhood far from the Strip, which made me ask, “Is one of your teammates independently wealthy?”
“No. We wanted a place big enough to fit all of us, and by the time we divided this by fifteen, it was more affordable than a block of hotel rooms.”
When we went inside, he started to get nervous. It made me think he didn’t have a lot of experience with one-night stands, which obviously wasn’t a bad thing. He gestured vaguely and asked, “Would you like to have a drink, or…”
I moved closer and ran my hands down his arms. “Maybe later.”
He tilted my chin up with his fingertips. As soon as his lips met mine, raw desire shot through me. I grabbed his flannel shirt with both hands and pulled him closer.
Almost immediately, our kisses grew deeper and hungrier. He pushed me against the wall, and I hooked one of my legs around him, rubbing my cock against his through our clothes. He was already getting hard, just like I was.
When he started kissing my neck, I mumbled, “Where’s your bedroom?” It was probably just a matter of time before some of his teammates came home, and I didn’t want their arrival to derail what was about to happen.
“Upstairs.”
“Show me.”
We rushed up the staircase hand-in-hand, and Ryder led me to the last room at the end of a long hallway. He kissed me again as he pushed the door open, and we tumbled inside.
Then I glanced up and blurted, “What the ever-loving fuck?”
3
Ryder
While I was out, my teammates had snuck into my room and turned it into a love grotto—not for me and Hal, but for me and a very cheesy, mustachioed blow-up doll.
They’d gone all out, too. The doll was propped up on the bed with his legs spread and his inflatable dong pointed at the ceiling. Red silk rose petals were strewn all over the mattress, along with a bunch of wrapped condoms. A gallon jug labeled LUBE in huge letters sat beside the doll, and the room was lit with about thirty battery-operated candles, which they’d gathered from all over the house.
My face was burning as I turned to Hal. He was staring at the scene before him with a stunned expression.
In the next instant, he began howling with laughter. He laughed so hard that he doubled over, disappearing behind a curtain of his long, dark hair.
I chuckled at his reaction and went over to the nightstand. It held a bottle of tequila with two shot glasses, a roll of duct tape, and a note, which said: We know it’s been a while since you’ve gotten any, so we thought we’d help you out. P.S. the tape is for when you inevitably pop Puffy McHindenberg in a fit of unbridled passion.
I held up the note to show Hal, who was still giggling. “I didn’t do this,” I said. “Here’s proof.”
“Yeah, I figured.” He wiped tears of laughter from his eyes and told me, “Your teammates are awesome.”
“They suck so bad.” I moved the gallon jug of whatever that actually was to the floor and grabbed the sex doll by his foot. Then I crossed the small room, opened the door to the balcony, and chucked him over the railing. He landed on his back in the pool, his inflated dick still pointing skyward as he bobbed along.
I shut the door and joined my guest, and he pulled me close and planted a kiss on me. I was surprised and relieved that all of this hadn’t completely put him off.
After a minute, he said, “I need to freshen up. Where’s your bathroom?”
“I’m sharing the one across the hall.”
He flashed me a sexy smile and said, “Be right back,” before slipping out the door.
As soon as he was gone, I snapped into action. First, I scooped up the blanket and shook all the condoms and rose petals onto the closet floor. Next, I fished around in my duffle bag and found the lube and condoms I’d bought for this trip. I didn’t trust the rubbers that had been left on the bed, because they were rainbow-swirled and seemed more like novelty items than the real deal.
I stuck my supplies in the nightstand, tossed the blanket over the bed, and sat down and took off my boots. That led to an internal debate about whether or not I should be getting naked right now.
It had been years since my last hookup. I could barely remember how to do this.
After the way my last relationship ended, the last thing I wanted was to put myself out there and risk rejection, even if it was just for a one-night stand. Weeks turned into months, which turned into a year and a half.