Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Matty laughed. “Unless the puck was on my mouth, you were watching me.” Wells’s body tingled as Matty’s laughter ran down his spine. “Or should I say, checking me out.”
Wells wasn’t sure how Matty had meant for that to come off. Was he fucking with Wells like Vaughn did, or was he accusing Wells?
Again, being ballsy, Wells said, “I won’t confirm or deny that.”
Heat moved between them, Wells was sure of it. Matty’s eyes were dark and a bit narrowed, his tongue coming out to wet his lips as he looked Wells over. “I think you’re coming on to me again.”
Wells sure as hell didn’t think the guy was gay, and he probably wasn’t. He was probably fucking with Wells, which meant that Wells would be walking into one hell of a trap. Yet, he couldn’t stop. Wells watched him for a minute, his eyes burning into Matty’s as he leaned forward. “Again, I won’t confirm or deny that.”
A slow, sinister grin moved along his lips as Matty stood. Like the pervert Wells was, he checked out Matty’s junk. He swore the guy was hard, which only made Wells harder. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom, the one off the lobby.”
As he moved away, Wells swallowed hard. That sounded like a fucking invite to him, but what if it wasn’t? Especially since he’d said which bathroom he was heading to. If he wanted to go alone, he’d just go, but he’d said the lobby bathroom. The one no one really used. But what if Wells was grasping at something that wasn’t there? What if Matty was just fucking with him? But what if he wasn’t, and Wells didn’t go?
Shit, he was going.
Getting up, he pushed his hand into his pockets before heading out the open bar doors. Turning down the hall that led to the bathroom, he walked quickly, his heart pounding hard in his chest as he came closer and closer to the next alcove that led to the men’s bathroom. He wasn’t sure what he was doing. It surely wasn’t an invite, but he had to know. If it wasn’t, well, hell, he could pee. No biggie there. Turning the corner, he almost yelled out in shock when he came face-to-face with Matty.
A slow grin moved along Matty’s lips before he reached out, taking Wells by the shoulders and pushing him into the wall. Breathless, Wells couldn’t move as Matty captured his mouth with his, pressing into his body with his own. Reaching out, Wells wrapped his arms around Matty’s neck, yanking him closer. Matty’s body was hard, and fuck, he was heavy against Wells’s thigh. Taking ahold of his jaw, Matty swept his tongue inside Wells’s mouth, and a low moan left his throat as Matty slowly pulled back.
Only slightly, though.
Moving his hands down Matty’s body, Wells gripped the other guy’s cock through his shorts, his eyes burning into his. He was big, thick, and when Wells squeezed him, Matty hissed out a breath. He was so beautiful. So hard and hot, and, fuck, he had to have him.
Now.
Licking his lips, Wells asked, “My place or yours?”
Matty’s eyes were playful as he tried to nip at Wells’s bottom lip. “So brash.”
Wells grinned. “You don’t want me?”
“Oh, I fucking want you.”
“Then take me.”
“I will, in my own damn time.”
Heat filled his gut as Wells captured Matty’s mouth with his. As their tongues moved together, their hands grasping with such need, Wells couldn’t believe this was happening. He’d wanted it, but he’d been sure Matty wouldn’t have him.
Tearing his mouth from Matty’s, Wells licked his jaw before going up to his ear, nipping at his lobe. “I didn’t know. I never expected.”
Matty’s lips curved as he nodded. “No one knows.”
That alone should have been a warning sign.
He should have run.
And, oh, he did run.
Straight to Matty’s room.
He would never stop loving Matty.
He couldn't.
But Matty would never be who Wells wanted him to be. Who he deserved.
So without another thought, he finished his tie and caught up with his friends.
He was marrying Alex.
Five
Matty couldn’t breathe.
In his hand, he held his phone, gripping it like it was a hockey stick just to feel safe, but it wasn’t working. Not even in the slightest. But it should. It was the reason he was in Colorado. A simple text had brought him there.
Dude.
Wells is getting married at three on Saturday.
Are you really gonna let him do it?
While the words stopped every breath from leaving his lips for a solid ten seconds, it was the person who sent the text that blew his mind.
Vaughn Johansson.
Wells’s best friend.
The same guy Matty was convinced hated him. For damn good reasons, but he was pretty sure Vaughn wasn’t doing this for Matty, but for Wells. Wells was marrying another man. A man who was nowhere near a good enough person for Wells Lemiere. Matty wasn’t saying that he was, but damn it, Alex sure as fuck wasn’t!