Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
He didn’t care if it was a man, a woman, or another couple.
But the mixer was not until later and he needed to get ready for their bike ride. Hearing the water run in the bathroom, he rose from the couch and tugged on a pair of shorts. The rest of his equipment, including his helmet, was still in his SUV. He could grab all of that on their way out.
When the door opened again, Nolan’s gaze automatically landed on Cam’s boxer briefs once more. He was disappointed to see the man’s erection was already gone. However, Nolan’s erection was still raging as he watched Cam move to the kitchenette to grab a water bottle and fill it from the cold water dispenser in the refrigerator door.
His nostrils flared and he turned away. His fingers itched to explore Cam’s body but didn’t want to touch him without permission.
He also didn’t want to get punched.
He set his jaw so he’d keep his thoughts and hands to himself, but damn, the man was tempting.
He managed to behave himself during the ride on the trails through the woods and up the mountain. It was exactly what he needed. It blew out the remaining stress from his twenty-year career that had been clinging to him like a sock fresh from the dryer after forgetting to use a fabric sheet.
The only downside was riding behind Cam. It was hard to focus on the surrounding beauty of the area when the man’s ass in skintight black bike shorts was right there leading the way.
Yes, it might have gotten his mind off of his career, but it certainly didn’t help Nolan to stop lusting after Cam.
He worried that even finding someone else to fuck wouldn’t help. And if that didn’t, nothing would.
Well, except for finding out his friend was a bigot. But in all the years they worked together, he’d never heard Cam say anything derogatory against a specific class of people, like the LGBTQ+ community.
Others? Absolutely. Especially when his fellow troopers thought everyone in the room was straight.
That was one reason he’d wanted to retire early. He’d grown tired of hiding who he was.
Chapter Nine
Cam parked their mountain bikes in a bike rack kept inside the equipment shed. “Shower?”
Yes, please, if your shower is large enough for us both. Nolan wiped a hand over his sweat-beaded forehead and made sure those words did not escape. “I could certainly use one.”
“I can use the shower in the security office while you use mine.”
“You have a shower in your office?” Nolan asked.
“Yes, from when Dylan lived in it. The twins sure didn’t skimp when they added the two residential wings onto the original family farmhouse. The bathroom is pure luxury and I swear the shower can fit a half dozen people.”
“That plan works for me.” Nolan wasn’t sure that Cam would pick up on the double entendre.
But really, even a hose would work to rinse off the dust and sweat. However, if he wanted to find someone to play with later, he really needed a good scrub. He didn’t want to turn off any potential partner with musty balls or smelly armpits.
“I’ll go back to the cabin with you and grab a change of clothes. Once you’re done cleaning up, meet me at my office and we’ll head to the lodge for breakfast.”
“You need to work today, right?”
“After we eat, I’ll catch up on a few things, including checking in on my staff, but I’ll take the afternoon off. Or at least be on call, just in case I’m needed. You can explore the property some more while I’m tied up. Feel free to use the pool and attached hot tub. Take a mud bath at the spa or schedule a massage. You can go on a trail ride or take one of the ATVs out. Do whatever your heart desires.”
I desire you.
“How about some yoga?” Nolan asked once they rounded the corner of the equipment shed and he spotted about a dozen people in the distance, twisting themselves into all sorts of poses on spread out mats near Nirvana, the resort’s spa.
Instead of continuing on back toward his cabin, Cam paused and stared toward the group. Finding Cam’s reaction strange, Nolan glanced over at the group again to see if he could spot the issue. “Is something wrong?”
Cam shook his head. “Nothing.”
That was when Nolan realized that the head of security wasn’t checking out the whole class, but only the instructor; a very attractive, slim redhead.
Hmm. She could have potential in his search for a sex partner. No key exchange needed. “Bet she’s flexible.”
“She is,” Cam murmured.
Nolan’s head spun toward him. “You’ve been with her?” If so, there went his potential hookup.
“Once.”
Damn it. “Why only once? Is she psycho or something?” He knew from experience that redheads could be super fiery.