year—
considering Todd"s recent comments about how he hadn"t been talking much
anymore.
“What"s funny?” Dark Eyes asked.
“Nothing. What do you do?”
“Just started over at the steel plant. Used to drive loads for them years back.”
Dark Eyes gripped his glass again, clutching it in one hand. The other joined the
first until he held on to it with both hands. What would those hands feel like when
they touched Jay"s body? His ass? His dick? What would those arms feel like
wrapped around him? How would the skin of that neck taste? What would that dark
hair feel like when he grasped the man"s head in his hands while Dark Eyes blew
him?
Breathe
37
Jay breathed deep. Fantasies…just a fantasy. He wasn"t ready for anything
physical with anyone. Was he?
Before that week, he hadn"t been ready for so much as a one-night stand.
When he let himself get close to someone, all his thoughts would turn to Katie and
every sexual moment they"d spent together. He hadn"t wanted to go there, especially
not for a quick fuck to please his cock.
Had that changed?
His body was ready, but was he?
Maybe someday…a roll in the hay with a woman. Maybe even with a guy.
Might be nice to know if all those fantasies had been leading him on about what he
wanted—or whom he wanted it with. But not yet. Not after only a year.
Then why had he sat next to the guy in the first place? Why had he looked for
the man?
Dark Eyes leaned his upper body in close, almost touching Jay"s arm. That
rattled him out of his trance. Damn, he"d been staring at the man for too long. The
husky whisper as Dark Eyes spoke did nothing to aid Jay in regaining his
concentration.
“Quit looking at me like that, kid. Unless you"re willing to back it up.”
Oh God. Maybe the flirting had gone better than Jay thought.
The only sexual experience he had other than Katie was the ten-minute fuck
in the back of Christy Harper"s car on homecoming night. He"d gotten off, but it
hadn"t been anything special. He"d put every last minute of it out of his mind as
soon as he and Katie had made up.
The weeks they"d spent apart were the worst weeks of his life until a year ago.
No. The worst part was telling Katie about what he"d done with Christy. Katie
had gone on her own date, and Jay hated hearing about the kissing and groping
she"d done. He could only imagine how much it hurt Katie to listen to his confession
about his backseat “date.” He made a promise to himself as he drove her home that
night, both of them sitting in the front seat of the Jeep in silence. He"d never hurt
her again. Never cheat again. Even though she said he hadn"t technically cheated
and she understood how it had happened, it sure had felt as though he"d been
unfaithful. He never wanted to feel that way again. Never wanted any other person
pleasuring him. Only her.
And now here he was hoping another guy was interested in him.
How had he given this guy the right signals? Or the wrong ones? And how was
he supposed to respond?
Jay licked his dry lips and forced his attention on the TV above the bar.
Commercials. Something with beer and babes in bikinis. How apropos.
“Kid.” That one word in the low, deep voice had him facing Dark Eyes again.
Jay barely heard the whispered command over the sound of the country music.
“Give it a few minutes, then meet me out back.” Dark Eyes stood, threw some
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Sloan Parker
wadded cash onto the bar, grabbed his coat, and exited out the back entrance that
led to the rear parking lot. The music and crowd in Sonny"s muffled the bang of the
door closing behind Dark Eyes.
Jay turned to the bar. He needed to leave. Out the front entrance. Now.
Why wouldn"t his legs help him out? He guzzled his beer in four tries, dropped
the bottle onto the bar, and stood. What the hell?
He walked toward the back door at a quick clip, hoping no one knew where he
was going.
Or why.
Breathe
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Chapter Seven
Jay pushed open
considering Todd"s recent comments about how he hadn"t been talking much
anymore.
“What"s funny?” Dark Eyes asked.
“Nothing. What do you do?”
“Just started over at the steel plant. Used to drive loads for them years back.”
Dark Eyes gripped his glass again, clutching it in one hand. The other joined the
first until he held on to it with both hands. What would those hands feel like when
they touched Jay"s body? His ass? His dick? What would those arms feel like
wrapped around him? How would the skin of that neck taste? What would that dark
hair feel like when he grasped the man"s head in his hands while Dark Eyes blew
him?
Breathe
37
Jay breathed deep. Fantasies…just a fantasy. He wasn"t ready for anything
physical with anyone. Was he?
Before that week, he hadn"t been ready for so much as a one-night stand.
When he let himself get close to someone, all his thoughts would turn to Katie and
every sexual moment they"d spent together. He hadn"t wanted to go there, especially
not for a quick fuck to please his cock.
Had that changed?
His body was ready, but was he?
Maybe someday…a roll in the hay with a woman. Maybe even with a guy.
Might be nice to know if all those fantasies had been leading him on about what he
wanted—or whom he wanted it with. But not yet. Not after only a year.
Then why had he sat next to the guy in the first place? Why had he looked for
the man?
Dark Eyes leaned his upper body in close, almost touching Jay"s arm. That
rattled him out of his trance. Damn, he"d been staring at the man for too long. The
husky whisper as Dark Eyes spoke did nothing to aid Jay in regaining his
concentration.
“Quit looking at me like that, kid. Unless you"re willing to back it up.”
Oh God. Maybe the flirting had gone better than Jay thought.
The only sexual experience he had other than Katie was the ten-minute fuck
in the back of Christy Harper"s car on homecoming night. He"d gotten off, but it
hadn"t been anything special. He"d put every last minute of it out of his mind as
soon as he and Katie had made up.
The weeks they"d spent apart were the worst weeks of his life until a year ago.
No. The worst part was telling Katie about what he"d done with Christy. Katie
had gone on her own date, and Jay hated hearing about the kissing and groping
she"d done. He could only imagine how much it hurt Katie to listen to his confession
about his backseat “date.” He made a promise to himself as he drove her home that
night, both of them sitting in the front seat of the Jeep in silence. He"d never hurt
her again. Never cheat again. Even though she said he hadn"t technically cheated
and she understood how it had happened, it sure had felt as though he"d been
unfaithful. He never wanted to feel that way again. Never wanted any other person
pleasuring him. Only her.
And now here he was hoping another guy was interested in him.
How had he given this guy the right signals? Or the wrong ones? And how was
he supposed to respond?
Jay licked his dry lips and forced his attention on the TV above the bar.
Commercials. Something with beer and babes in bikinis. How apropos.
“Kid.” That one word in the low, deep voice had him facing Dark Eyes again.
Jay barely heard the whispered command over the sound of the country music.
“Give it a few minutes, then meet me out back.” Dark Eyes stood, threw some
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Sloan Parker
wadded cash onto the bar, grabbed his coat, and exited out the back entrance that
led to the rear parking lot. The music and crowd in Sonny"s muffled the bang of the
door closing behind Dark Eyes.
Jay turned to the bar. He needed to leave. Out the front entrance. Now.
Why wouldn"t his legs help him out? He guzzled his beer in four tries, dropped
the bottle onto the bar, and stood. What the hell?
He walked toward the back door at a quick clip, hoping no one knew where he
was going.
Or why.
Breathe
39
Chapter Seven
Jay pushed open
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