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)
“We get it.” One of the men close to us smiled brightly at Cy. “He’s yours, hands off.”
“God, that was hot,” someone else chimed in. “I had no idea you had that in you, Dr. Benning.”
I brought out all kinds of things in the man.
“You’re going to stay,” he whispered close to my ear, ignoring everyone else, “and be mine.”
I chuckled, looking at my sweet man as he pulled back and stared at me with his big, soft eyes and swollen lips. God, he was pretty, and now that I’d claimed him, I was not about to have strangers ogling him.
“Let’s go home.”
“Yessir.” He beamed, his face, his eyes, his smile all infused with more joy than I thought possible.
Still carrying him—from how hard he was hanging on, he had no inclination to be put down—I started for the door.
“You know what I want?” Cy asked.
“Tell me,” I said, one hand on his ass, the other around his back.
“When we get home, will you hold me so tight that I can feel your heart beating?”
“I will,” I promised and took a settling breath.
“Weber,” someone called, and I stopped, recognizing William Reece, one of his friends, from my last visit.
“Hey, Will.”
He smiled as I gently set Cy on his feet. “It’s good to see you, Weber. Are you staying this time? From the look on Cy’s face, I’m thinking yes.”
“I am,” I assured him.
He offered me his hand. “Oh, I’m so glad. For both of you.”
But I didn’t even have a job. I was homeless and—
“Weber?”
I realized I had not taken his hand and grabbed it fast, shaking.
“You scared me.” He sighed, and I understood in that moment that he liked what he saw. He liked me. “I want us to be friends.”
“I appreciate that, but you—”
“I meant every word,” he promised, and the look in his clear green eyes let me know he was telling the truth. “I’m thrilled you’re staying. I look forward to hanging out with you both. Come say a quick hello to the guys, all right?”
“Next time,” Cy told him, gently shoving William back. “Gotta go home and get laid right now, Will.”
“Oh, okay.” His black eyebrows shot up, and he mouthed the word trashed to me, followed by a wicked grin. “We’ll see you soon.”
“God, you’re drunk,” I told Cy, grabbing his hand and yanking him after me toward the front door.
“So what?” he growled.
We were stopped outside before we hit the stairs, but this time by someone I’d never met before.
“I saw that over-the-top display, Cy,” said the tall, handsome man barring our path. “I don’t get an introduction to the man you pined for?”
Oh. Got it. The ex.
“Let it go, Seth. We’re leaving.”
“I just don’t understand.” He squinted at me. “I wasn’t good enough, but a drifter is? Explain to me how that makes any sense.”
I moved to walk around him, but he cut me off. And I understood. I really did. Cyrus Benning was a catch. He was beautiful and rich and smart and funny. Ross had told me that as well, yet another person putting me “on the right path.” Cy was Prince Charming in the flesh. I would have tried to get him back too. Fortunately for me, I was the one. I was the guy, his guy, the man he wanted to grow old with.
“Move, please,” I asked nicely.
“So,” he said, looking me up and down, “you’re what the fuss was all about. I can’t say I’m impressed.” He sneered. “Still riding bulls, cowboy?”
“Nope.” I smirked. “I only ride his cock now.”
Not the answer he was expecting from the expression on his face. His mouth fell open, his eyes bugged out, and he gasped.
“Are we clear?” I wanted to make sure.
“Get the fuck out of our way before I kick your ass!” Cy yelled, slurring his words, on the verge, it seemed, of taking a swing at the guy.
I grabbed Cy, threw him over my shoulder, and took the stairs easily even with his added weight.
Once outside, I started toward the car.
“Put me down!”
“I’m guessing that was the guy you slept with after I left last time, huh?”
“Weber Yates, put me down!”
“How the hell did he know I was a bull rider and a drifter?” I asked as though he wasn’t screaming at me.
“Because I told him all about you, just like I told every guy I ever dated all about you, because you’re the love of my fucking life!”
“Why’re you mad?” I tried not to snicker.
“Because you just told that piece of crap that I fucked you, and that was just between us!”
Well, now it wasn’t anyway because he had just yelled it to the whole block. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why would you care if I told him?”
“Because it’s private!” He was probably foaming at the mouth, he was so mad. “What we do in our bedroom is no one’s business but ours, and it was beautiful and amazing and nothing I would have ever shared with—”