Pretty Boy (Perfect Boys #1) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,11
I reach across him, our bodies close enough that I can smell his sweat and the barest hint of cheap soap. If he lets me take him back to Vegas, I’ll make sure to stock the bathroom with expensive soap that will make his skin softer than silk. He can spend all afternoon pampering himself in the luxurious, oversized bathtub and then I’ll sit him on my lap and kiss every inch of his sweet skin.
My cock aches at the idea, my mind conjuring fantasies of the way he’ll whimper and moan as I take him apart, slowly worshiping his body.
“Barrett,” he says my name barely above a whisper, and I realize I’ve been crowding him for entirely too long. I ease out, closing the door and going around to the driver side.
He’s quiet as I navigate to the same street I took him down earlier in the day. This time he doesn’t make me stop in the middle of the road. Instead, he directs me to a small house just before the dead end. It doesn’t have any lights on, but there’s a car in the driveway with only three tires on it.
Sterling doesn’t get out right away, chewing on his bottom lip as he stares ahead at the house. I’m about to offer to take him back to my motel if he wants, even if that’s the exact opposite of the take it slow plan I just promised myself I’d stick to. He unbuckles his seatbelt with a click and reaches for the door handle.
“Sterling,” I say, reaching for him before he can get out and catching his arm gently. “Why did you say no to dinner?”
After the way he responded to my touch earlier, I’m sure he’s attracted to me.
“I told you, I don’t need charity,” he insists, and I grin. Oh, what a delightfully prideful boy he is.
“It wasn’t charity, Pretty Boy. It was a date.”
“A date?” he repeats as if he’s never heard the word before. I wait in silence while he processes the information, his eyebrows scrunching and unscrunching. “Oh,” he says after a few seconds.
“Can I take you to dinner tomorrow?”
“I…” His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and I bite back a groan, my mouth aching for a taste of his. “I don’t know.”
“Okay. Tell you what, why don’t I come by the bar again, and we can keep chatting. The invitation for dinner stands. You can take me up on it anytime, or not, it’s up to you.”
He relaxes in his seat, a smile spreading across his lips. “I’d like that.”
“Good. Now go inside. I need to get back to my motel; I’ve got a busy night of lying awake thinking about you to get started on.”
A startled laugh bursts from his throat and settles inside me. It’s a bit rusty, like he’s not used to laughing often, but it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
“You don’t mean that,” he insists softly.
My heart aches for him. He truly doesn’t see himself as worthy. That won’t do. More than seducing him, and more than getting him the hell out of Billow, my new mission presents itself—making Sterling see what a truly beautiful man he is.
Chapter 4
Sterling
I wake up with a smile I just can’t seem to shake. Not that I want to shake it, but I am still worried I’m getting ahead of myself, setting myself up for heartbreak. It’s hard to believe a man like Barrett could want to take me on a date. Although, if he was playing with me, I can’t imagine what his goal would be. I don’t have any money he could scam me out of, and he seems wealthy enough on his own anyhow. If he’s after my virtue, well, he can have it.
I huff a laugh at myself, slipping a hand under my covers and teasing the stiffness between my legs, my eyelids fluttering closed, my mind conjuring the memory of how warm and solid his hand felt against my skin last night. A fantasy plants itself as I slowly stroke myself, thinking about Barrett with his fingers wrapped around my cock, playing with me just right, his gravelly voice in my ear telling me what a good boy I am.
A whimper bursts from my lips, my whole body tingling at the ridiculous, impossible thoughts. I bury my face in my pillow, working my hand faster, rocking my hips and biting my lip to hold my gasps and moans. The fantasy changes