Christmas with My Best Friend’s Dad (Fixer Brothers Construction Co #4) Read Online Raleigh Ruebins

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Fixer Brothers Construction Co Series by Raleigh Ruebins
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
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Goddamn, it had been too long since I’d had a little fun.

“Maybe I like shameless,” I murmured as we continued over toward the bar.

“You’ve come to the right place.”

Already, I felt at home at Jade Brewery. The outside looked like a big log cabin. Inside was wood, wood, and more wood, which was fine with me. One side of the building was lined with giant metal brewing tanks, and the other side was a long oak-top bar that felt both cozy yet big enough to have a real party if needed. Tables and chairs filled the rest of the space, with areas for pool tables by the back and a couple of old Skee-Ball machines along one wall.

And as a certified holiday decorations expert, I gave the Jade Brewery crew an A+ for effort on their indoor decor. Big pine wreaths were hung up behind the bar, with more green pine garland hanging above it. Multicolored lights wrapped around any and every pole in here, and dotted the underside of the bar.

“None of the guys from Fixer Brothers are my type, anyway,” Casey said. We sat down on two barstools, the wood creaking a little as we settled in.

“And what is your type?” I asked him.

He shrugged one shoulder. “Older guys,” Casey said, meeting my gaze again as he turned toward me, leaning one elbow on the wooden bar top.

My cock couldn’t resist him. I was already feeling it harden under my jeans, in a way that hadn’t been a problem for me in a long time.

“One of ‘em looks like he’s about my age,” I offered.

“Yeah, but he’s dating Kace Tomlin,” Casey said.

“Wow. Pro footballer action.”

“Exactly.”

I pulled in a slow breath, letting my eyes linger on Casey’s lips. “So you like older men? What kind, exactly?”

“Guys with some salt and pepper in their hair. Guys who look rough, but kind. Guys who are willing to take me into a bar and buy me a drink even though I’m young enough to be their son.”

I groaned, leaning back in my chair and holding eye contact with him. He looked like an angel, with the faint multicolored glow of the twinkly lights highlighting his face, but I knew he was trouble.

The fucker was trying to make me crazy.

“You probably are about the same age as my son,” I told him. “What are you, 24? 25?”

“23,” he replied, and I had to groan again.

“Yep,” I said, nodding. “You’re his age. And I’m officially a monster.”

“What?” Casey protested. “Why do you say that?”

I lifted an eyebrow. “Because I feel guilty finding someone as young as you so goddamn attractive,” I told him, my voice low. “But I do.”

His eyes widened, just for an instant, as something flashed through them. He reached out, gently resting his hand on my forearm and giving it a little squeeze.

He liked this.

The fucker liked that he was twisting my whole body into knots, knowing I was reeling hearing his actual age.

“Well, Rome,” he said, “you haven’t even bought me a drink yet. Maybe nothing will happen between us, and you won’t have to feel guilty.”

I snorted a laugh. “Oh yeah? Are we just going to be friends, Casey?”

He shrugged one shoulder, acting innocent. “If you enjoy having friends who want to kiss you, then worship your cock, then kiss you some more? Then sure.”

My cock throbbed now, going from half-hard to fully erect as Casey looked at me like he was ready to pounce on me.

And I couldn’t resist.

I’d been so good at resisting, up until now. But when he talked to me like that, there was really only one reasonable response.

I leaned over on my chair, touching the side of his face with my hand. I reached up a little higher as I leaned in, letting my fingertips move through his soft hair.

He made a soft moan as I came closer, and his pupils widened. Christ, he was even better looking this close up.

I pressed my lips to his in a kiss. And every nerve ending in my body lit up.

I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t waver. I didn’t know him very well, but I knew he wanted this just as badly as I did. As his lips parted for me, his tongue slid out against mine in a rush of wet heat.

We kissed like we had already fucked. Not like we were just strangers, being nice and sweet to each other in a bar.

My cock was hard as a fucking rock as I felt his tongue on mine. He gently bit down on my lower lip, giving it a little tug. Christ. I felt a little out of control with him, like if I didn’t watch out I was going to start rutting up against him. Grind on him in public like some sort of frenzied animal.

I pulled away. Casey looked blissed out, almost drunk even though we hadn’t even had a drink yet. His eyes were half-lidded. He couldn’t believe I’d just done that, and I kind of couldn’t believe it, either.


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