Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“I don’t wanna run. I feel like I enjoy watching you run better. Everybody likes to watch you run. That’s why we keep having all those parties at the house. You draw them to us.”
“Are you flirting with me? Trying to distract me?” Chad asked teasingly.
“Is it working?” He guessed not as his cold, hard cell phone landed on his belly.
“I achieved the feat of having my sexy best friend fall for me. I’m ready to tell the world. You and I jogging on the beach says it all.” Chad leaned down to kiss Ducky with a smack on the lips. His retreating footsteps had Ducky finding the energy to open his eyes and lift his head to watch Chad’s naked ass bounce as he left the bedroom.
What a perfect ass…
The guy didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. Probably due to all the jogging.
Interesting. Not the incentive Ducky thought it might be to get him to do any kind of running. He dropped his head back on the pillow, stating the obvious, loud enough to be heard. “Apparently the world already knows.”
Chad came strolling back inside the room, downing a water bottle. He tossed a cold bottle toward Ducky. His aim was perfect, landing with a thump then a roll on his chest. The chilled bottle against his heated skin instantly made him jerk upright, one hand grabbing his phone to keep it from falling. The other reached for the near frozen water bottle as it slid down his side, leaving a cold, wet trail as it went.
“What the hell, Reeves?”
His answer came by way of a chuckle. Chad pulled a T-shirt from the closet. Another was tossed toward Ducky. “You should probably run your fingers through your hair. I’m not FaceTiming my dad alone. He likes you, probably better than me.”
Chad’s determination to deal with their problems finally made Ducky leave the bed. One of the things this vacation had taught him was that life away from the monitor was way more peaceful than what went on behind the screen.
“When my family broke apart over Dallas coming out gay, I was pretty torn up. Donny was acting a fool, posting all this crap about Dallas and StreamTrainer on social media. Your dad called to check on me and let me vent. His advice was to stay off social media until it blew over. He kept insisting social media wasn’t real. Its development was designed to connect friends and family together, but the extremist took over, making it into something no one really wants. He helped me. Your dad’s a good man. I wish he was my father.”
Ducky pulled the T-shirt over his head, thinking about how much Dylan Reeves, and Tristan Wilder for that matter, had guided him, giving him courage to continue. Outside of his brother Dallas, those two men were probably the only people in the world to believe in him. Well now he knew Chad did too.
“Quit stalling.” A baseball cap flew like a frisbee through the air, hitting him in the chest.
“Sorry. I was just thinking…” he didn’t finish his sentence because when he looked over at Chad, he lost his train of thought.
Chad was fully dressed now. Pulling off relaxed casual in a T-shirt and pressed shorts, but like normal, he looked like he’d walked off the cover of some preppy fashion magazine.
“Do I get a pair of athletic shorts?” he asked, tossing out his hands to showcase his exposed penis. “Probably not the best look for talking to your dad.”
“I don’t know. I like you like that. We’ll be careful with the screen,” Chad said as if that were a real option. His eyes remained fixed on Ducky as his voice deepened to almost a growl. Ducky’s traitorous cock plumped under the appraisal. “How were you so good at hiding that thing? You’re huge.”
Chad’s appreciative smile grew and so did Ducky’s.
With all this grinning, if he didn’t do something, they’d be right back in bed. The way Chad liked to worship his ass, he wouldn’t be able to walk properly for a good week. Tempting, but… Oh hell, he rolled his eyes at all his recent self-reflection. They had to adult at least for the next couple of hours.
He grabbed the ball cap with a huff, and side-stepped Chad as he extended his hand in invitation. His intentions were clear. They could put the calls off again. “No. Calls first.”
“Hey, you didn’t even want to make the calls in the first place,” Chad countered, watching Ducky leave the room. He didn’t follow which meant he saw merit in Ducky’s words.
“Meet me in the living room. I’m not doing this in your bedroom.”
How long would it take to be able to look at Ducky and not want him so badly it physically hurt? Never seemed the best answer. Especially now that he knew how fluid they were together both in and out of the bedroom.