Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
“Smells fantastic,” B said as he gave in to the urge to run his hand over that perfect ass.
Ricky stood, turned, and pulled him into a kiss that curled his damn toes. He leaned up into the kiss, twining his tongue with Ricky’s. Muscular arms came around him and hauled him close. “You feel good, baby. How was your day?”
B relaxed onto the balls of his feet and stared up at Ricky’s handsome face. “You would not believe the day I had.”
“Before you tell me, go ahead and sit down at the table. I made chicken parmesan, and I’ll get you a glass of wine. Put your feet up.”
B settled into the chair with a deep sigh and watched the man, who was fast becoming a boyfriend, move around his kitchen. Ricky stood six foot three with wide shoulders and big biceps. But the first thing B had noticed about him were his eyes. Big and dreamy-dark, they’d latched on to B the first night and never looked away.
It had taken a few months to finally get Ricky to his apartment, but he was quickly learning that Ricky wasn’t the one-night-stand type. He wasn’t interested in just a fun hookup, while that had been B’s only goal. But weeks later, Ricky was still around—cooking, sleepovers, and pretty much the whole nine yards of dating.
Ricky set a glass of red wine in front of him, then moved back to the oven. He took a big pan out and placed it on the stove. B watched as he pulled a salad from the refrigerator and divvied up their food onto plates. He set one of them in front of B and settled his big frame into the chair across from B’s.
Something warm settled in B’s chest and he stared at the man, whose dark eyes met his. Ricky gave him a soft smile, and it was like the stress of the day melted away.
Yeah, he was attached, all right.
“Dig in and tell me about your day.”
So B did and the more he talked, the wider Ricky’s eyes got. When B got to the part about the stripper, Ricky finally lost it. He set his fork down and buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
B took a bite of the delicious chicken, still stunned over everything that had happened.
“A robber and a stripper?” Ricky choked out. “All in one day?”
Nodding, B swallowed and grinned.
“Maybe you shouldn’t book exclusive days for weddings anymore.”
“Not with those guys, anyway.”
Ricky reached across the table and touched his arm. “I’m glad you weren’t hurt when that guy came into the salon. If something happened to you, it would break my heart.”
“Heart?” B lifted an eyebrow.
“Yes, B. My heart is involved in this now. I want us to date exclusively, see where this goes. I care about you.”
“I care about you, too.” B’s heart started beating hard in his chest and his palms grew sweaty. “I haven’t let anyone in…in a long time. I may not be so good at this.”
“You’ll be fine. We’ve pretty much already been dating. I sleep over here a lot. And for the record, I plan to a lot more. I like nothing more than waking up with you. Being with you. You make me laugh and feel things I haven’t felt before.” Ricky pushed his chair back and pulled B into his lap. “And I really love the way you feel against me.”
B snuggled in close, wrapping his arms around Ricky’s neck. He felt Ricky getting hard underneath him and he wiggled a little.
Ricky grasped his ass. “Have you ever noticed your butt cheeks fit perfectly in my hands?”
“That’s the real reason you wanna date, isn’t it?”
“Of course. I always wanted someone with hand-sized butt cheeks.”
Snickering, B kissed his jaw, then his neck. “So that’s what you were scoping out that first night we met?”
“Want honesty?”
B leaned back and looked into Ricky’s eyes. “Of course.”
“Your perfectly-sized ass was a happy coincidence. The first thing I noticed about you was the way you move. You have this graceful way of walking. Kind of slinky. All kinds of sexy.” Ricky grinned. “And I liked your lipstick.”
“A man after my own heart.”
“I am a man after your heart.” Ricky set B on his feet and stood. He looked down at him, holding his chin in his fingers. “I’m going to put up this food. You go take a nice, hot shower and wait for me on your couch. I’ll bring you some more wine.”
“Pampering me is a really good start to this heart thing, by the way.” Then B grew serious. “I am a little high-maintenance. Just warning you.”
“You think I haven’t picked up on that? I’m all in, baby, high-maintenance and all.”
B stared at him, breath frozen in his chest. Ricky really meant it. They were going to do this thing.