Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Uh, well, so far I have no guys from school, no one who uses the word pussy-boy mouth, and no one who sends unsolicited dick pics.”
Rainn rubs his chin as if in thought, but it honestly looks like he’s trying not to laugh. “Those are all good qualities to look for in a partner.”
“Not everyone can have high standards like you.”
Rainn can’t keep a straight face. “True that. I’m still willing to help you. With me picking up more shifts in the bar, I can play wingman whenever I’m working.”
The question “Why?” fills my head, but I can’t bring myself to ask it. Because Rainn may be as clueless as me when it comes to gay dating, but there’s something about him that I’m drawn to.
Even though I’ve been embarrassed in front him countless times now, I can’t help the way he makes me feel. My heart beats that little bit faster, and my stomach swarms with tiny butterflies. When his bright blue eyes meet mine, I freeze.
Maybe I should add humiliation kink onto the list of things I should try? No, wait, naked humiliation doesn’t sound like something I would be into.
“Or not,” Rainn says.
“What?”
“I said I can help you when I’m working, but then you screwed up your face.”
“Oh. No, I …” Was thinking about how kinky I might or might not be. Let’s not say that and embarrass myself more, okay? “I was on a different train of thought.” The train that leads to you and me having sex. “Like, sex thoughts. Don’t mind me, I distract easily, and apparently the average twenty-something male thinks about sex, like, eight times a minute. I don’t know if it’s that much, but it’s a lot. Especially for a virgin, but I mean, you would know this. You’re a guy.” Oh great, and now I’m mentioning Rainn thinking about sex. “This is one of the times when I should shut my mouth, right?”
Rainn’s brows rise in surprise, and I swear I see intrigue in his eyes, but that can’t be right.
“Hey, you’re picking up on when you talk too much, so that’s something.” Rainn takes a large gulp of his drink.
I wish he wasn’t so damn nice. When he’s not grunting at me or getting mad at me for breaking glasses of wine or mentioning hockey, Rainn is a decent guy. He doesn’t deserve me drooling all over him.
The way he swooped in and offered to end my date for me made me swoon like some teenager.
“If I’m taking over Ned’s shifts, I’ll be here five nights a week,” he says.
“I really only have Saturdays after games and Sundays.”
“Sundays are always this slow unless it’s open-mic night. Saturdays will have more potential.”
I force the words out. “It’s a date, then.” I need to move my interests to someone else before I begin to think what I feel for Rainn could actually be real. That would suck so hard, and not in the way I’m looking for.
“A date to try to get a guy to sleep with you.” Rainn shakes his head. “Still weird, but I guess we’re doing this now.” He turns in his seat. “All right, let’s see who else has potential.”
I don’t even look because I’m too fixated on the guy sitting in front of me. “I think I can only handle one rejection per night. I’ve decided that’s another rule.” I finish off my drink and stand. “Thanks for the drink. I’ll see you next Saturday night.”
All week, during morning chores, through every class, every hockey practice, my head is elsewhere. I can focus enough to get through everything, but my papers are mediocre and my playing is sloppy.
I can’t stop thinking about a dark-headed ex-hockey player who has promised to help me have sex … with someone else. Because having sex with him is not possible.
Straight guys don’t have sex with men. Which is a shame because the only guy I’ve been comfortable around since deciding to do this happens to be straight.
Ooh, yay, gay achievement unlocked—lusting after a straight guy.
I bang my head on the breakfast table, not realizing Mom is right behind me.
“What’s wrong with you? Do you feel ill?”
My head snaps up at her voice.
Like the good mom she is, she kisses my forehead. “You don’t have a fever.”
“I’m fine. Just …” Way too old to be experiencing the first of what will no doubt be many unrequited crushes. “Tired.”
The kitchen is empty because apparently, my mental capacity is limited to a single thought at a time, so that means I was late coming in from morning chores.
She takes the seat next to me. “I’m going to talk to your father about giving you a lighter load.”
“Don’t.”
“Between studying, hockey, and the farm, you’re working nonstop.”
“It’s not work, Mom. I promise.”
“Oh, is it a boy?”