Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Clearly, something was going on between the two of them that went well beyond the current conversation, but they’d need to work that out when they were alone and at home, not at a restaurant with their friends. Wanting to add some levity to the situation, Gray smiled at Jeffrey and said, “So I heard.” He reached his hand out. “Mister Super in Bed, Super Hot, and Super Hung is a bit of a mouthful, how about you call me Gray instead?”
Kevin laughed so hard he started coughing and even Eric giggled. “Apparently it’s more than a mouthful.”
“Hi, Gray.” Poor Jeffrey looked like he had developed a sudden sunburn. “It’s, uh, nice to see you again.”
“You too,” Gray said as he looked away. He didn't want to be impolite, but he barely remembered the guy and he was worried about Jack. “Hey, beautiful,” he said softly as he curled his hand around Jack’s nape. He bent down and kissed his cheek. “How was the rest of your day?” Keeping his hand in place in order to maintain their connection, he pulled out the empty chair beside Jack and sat down. “You okay?” he whispered.
Jack dipped his chin in a tiny nod.
“Good.” His attention on Jack’s face, Gray moved his fingertips up into his hairline, knowing how much he enjoyed having his neck massaged.
“Hey, Jack, can I borrow your Chapstick? My lips are dry.”
Jack blinked at Thom. “Sorry, I don’t have any.”
“Oh.” Thom looked surprised. “Your lips are shiny so I assumed.” He leaned forward. “Maybe you licked them.”
Furrowing his brow in confusion, Jack rubbed his lips together. “That’s grease. I didn’t have time for breakfast, I worked through lunch, and I didn’t know how long we’d be waiting for food, so I ate a bag of potato chips on the way here.” He pushed his seat away from the table and started rising.
“Where are you going?” Gray asked.
“Rock bottom. Need me to get anything for you while I’m there?”
Grinning, Gray wove his fingers with Jack’s and gave a gentle tug. “Sit back down.”
Jack lowered himself onto his chair, leaned toward Gray, and quietly said, “Are you sure you don’t want me to give you space so you can get reacquainted with your old friend Jeffrey? He’s taller, tanner, and not at all greasy.”
“Come on, Jack.” Gray moved his mouth to Jack’s ear, kissed his lobe, and whispered, “You know I only have eyes for you.”
“Is that right?” Jack crossed his arms over his chest.
A shiver ran through Gray’s body. “God,” he rasped. “This jealousy thing is really working for me.”
“What?”
“You’re jealous over me.” Gray rubbed his lips against Jack’s neck. “I’m into it.”
“I don’t…” Jack lowered his arms and tilted his head to the side. “Seriously?”
“Definitely.” Gray kissed his chin.
“So you two really are dating?” asked Eric.
“We really are.” Gray didn’t move his gaze away from Jack’s face. “I won the boyfriend lottery.”
Jack dropped his gaze to the table and his cheeks reddened, but he was smiling so Gray knew he was enjoying the flirtation, like always.
“Well strike up the band and play ‘Who Would Have Thunk It,’” said Eric. “Gray’s being mushy over a guy.”
“Huh,” said Thom. “I didn’t see this coming.”
“That’s hard to understand considering how long I’ve been chasing him. If you keep listening to me talk and then disregard everything I say, you’ll need to sign my engagement letter and pay my hourly fee.”
Thom snorted a laugh. “We’re not your clients, Gray.”
“Oh no, they’ve devolved into lawyer humor,” Eric said. “Someone, quick, distract them.”
“Thom, why don't you share more details about Gray’s dick?” Kevin suggested. “I can’t be the only one who’s interested.”
“Kevin!”
“What? You asked for a distraction. A big cock is a surefire way to get the job done.”
“True that,” said Jeffrey.
Turning toward Jack, Gray said, “Maybe we should find new friends.”
“Or you can keep your underwear on in public,” Jack hissed. “I’ve never had any problem doing that.”
Gray smiled and put his hand on Jack’s thigh.
“Why are you grinning like the Cheshire Cat?”
“I already told you. I’m enjoying this whole possessive thing you’ve got going on.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not normal.”
Gray shrugged and picked up his menu. “Normal is overrated.” He read through the entrée options.
“They have Chilean sea bass with roasted vegetables,” Jack said. “That’s right up your alley.”
“Sounds good. On my way in, I walked by a table that was being served rib eye. It smelled wonderful.”
“That’s what I’ll get.” Jack put his hand on top of Gray’s and squeezed. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“I was stressed and then you got here and now I’m happy.” He threaded his fingers with Gray’s. “You’re great at making that happen.”
“It’s in the boyfriend job description,” Gray said, mostly because he enjoyed hearing himself referred to as Jack’s boyfriend, even if he was the one speaking.
His expression slightly mischievous, Jack repeated a version of what Jeffrey had said when Gray was approaching the table, “I’m glad you were available for the job.”