Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
He would see him every damn day if he had anything to say about it. And hopefully a few nights while they were at it. This wasn’t over by a long shot. “I’m walking you to your car, Legs.”
He kept Matthew in view as they moved toward the front door. “That isn’t necessary. I got here just fine by myself.”
“That’s nice.”
“Look, maybe this is still the way they do things in Ireland with their after-dance malt shops, but here it’s a little old fashioned. I didn’t let you pay for my food and you don’t have to walk me to my car.”
Matthew bit the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning. “You’re saying I’m old fashioned? Go on. Grump will be thrilled to hear it.”
Oliver scowled. “You’re stubborn.”
“Takes one to know one.”
When they stopped at the bright blue Impala, Matthew whistled. “Nora was right. That is a lot of machine.”
“Who’s Nora?”
“Robert. The handsome suit at the front desk who likes breasts, remember? We call him Nora. He loves it. So who does this car belong to? Another guy you’re just friends with?”
“My cousin Ruben.” Oliver blew out a frustrated breath and leaned against the side of the car in question. “He agreed to let me borrow it for a month, which is a huge deal since he loves his baby. But he thinks it’s for a job, and I don’t know why I’m telling you any of this.”
His cousin. Thank God.
Matthew stepped closer, invading his space and cupping his shoulder casually. “Friends talk, don’t they? I told you everything you never wanted to know about me. Now you can return the favor and tell me why you borrowed that car just to get to Finn’s Ring.”
Oliver hesitated. “I needed it. My other car is a bicycle, and it’s too far away from where I live for that to work.”
He was still holding back.
“You’re a mystery, Oliver. Why go so far out of your way and lie to your cousin to do it? I know for a fact William’s isn’t the only boxing club in town. It’s not even open yet. And why boxing? You’re a dancer. You should be at a studio or something.”
The hands that wandered over Matthew’s stomach were distracting him. He could feel the heat of them through his shirt. His muscles tightened as they started traveling lower, exploring. Seducing.
“What are you doing?” he asked gruffly.
“You keep asking questions, but all I can think about is finishing our date before we start this new friendship.”
Matthew forced a laugh through his tight throat. “Getting some mixed signals here, Garcia. I thought you didn’t want this.”
“A kiss. All I want is one kiss.”
Oliver lifted himself up and brushed his lips against Matthew’s once. Twice.
He’d been coming up with a plan to seduce Oliver out of his reticence as they’d walked to their cars, but it looked like he’d been beaten to the punch.
Worked for him. And if he only got one kiss, he’d damn sure make it count.
Chapter Four
Rory: This guy looks like he’d be a romantic. Maybe even a touch old fashioned, despite his tiny stripper shorts. Since it’s your first experience with a man, go ahead and take your time. Top or bottom, foreplay is your friend. But lube is your BFF. I think I have an extra bottle in the car for emergencies.
Robert: Hold up! Are you telling him to take his time by having sex on the first date? With a straight face? What happened to, “A kiss at the door always leaves them wanting more?”
Rory: Your mother taught you that rhyme, didn’t she? Be honest.
Robert: Shove it up your lube bottle, Barbie.
Oliver knew how to use those lips. His kiss was pure sex, carnal and filthy and so fucking good Matthew was almost jealous of his skill.
Had he ever wanted anyone this badly? Had he ever been so aware of the person in his arms? Every sweet breath against his lips. The smell of soap and sweat on skin that burned beneath his touch when he dragged him closer. The erection that was just as hard as his when it brushed against him.
That. That felt better than he’d imagined it would. That was everything.
He held Oliver tighter so he could feel it again.
Any lingering questions about who and what he wanted were gone. Nothing he’d experienced compared to Oliver’s body trembling against his.
This.
Matthew gripped his tempting ass with both hands, squeezing and massaging it with a possessiveness that should have shocked him. He ground their cocks together and felt his knees go weak as he reveled in Oliver’s moan. He needed more.
Before he knew what he was doing he had him on the hood of the car, hands now guiding those strong, dancer’s thighs to wrap around his waist.
Closer. Yes. Please. Like that.
“Please,” Oliver whispered against his jaw, his teeth sinking into the flesh of Matthew’s neck.