Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
A shiver ran down Shane’s spine. Van’s voice had gotten deeper, huskier as he spoke. “Yeah…yeah, it is. Do you paint the same kind of stuff?” he asked.
“Yes. Only that’s more from my head than a visual.”
His finger shook slightly as he continued to scroll through the images. There was a little of everything—men alone, couples, threesomes and more. Partially clothed men, naked men. Guys who were tied up, others wearing chastity devices. Some of the images were sweet and romantic and others harsher. Kissing, touching, fucking, sucking, and also just men in a room together, without being skin-to-skin.
Shane’s dick began to plump and his mouth went dry, making him finish the rest of another beer. Every photograph he looked through made him wonder more about Van—made his curiosity grow. Which ones were his favorites? What did he like…if he were photographing Shane, what would he want to see?
The last question rubbed raw against his skin. He sure as fuck shouldn’t care how Van would photograph him. It wasn’t as if that would ever happen. Wasn’t as if Shane would want it to. What the fuck did he know about anything like that?
But one thing was obvious, Van had left Last Chance and become a different person. It was in each image he looked through.
And Shane liked what he knew of that person. Not because the photos were beautiful, but because of the things Van said.
Shane cleared his throat. “They’re beautiful.”
“I just take the pictures. It’s the men who are beautiful. It’s amazing how much passion can come through in a photograph. How much you can learn from someone by looking at a picture of them.” Shane felt Van’s breath against his face.
He turned and they were close, so fucking close, and Christ he was fucking sexy…and Shane was horny. It had been a while for him.
Van’s statement played in his brain again, making him ask a question that he likely wouldn’t have asked if he wasn’t a little buzzed. A question he was slightly embarrassed about wanting the answer to. “How would you photograph me?”
Van smiled. He had a dimple beneath his lips, and he pushed the dark curls off his forehead. “Just like this.”
Shane frowned. That hadn’t been what he was expecting. “Just like this?”
“Maybe not completely, but you’d be in this chair the way you are now. Your legs would be open the way you have them and you’d be leaning back, relaxed, with your head to the side and all those thoughts in your eyes.”
Shane trembled, fucking trembled as he listened to Van.
“You’d be naked though. Your arms on the arm rest. Your dick would be hard—no, actually, it wouldn’t be. It’d be soft…spent, because you just blew your load. There’d be come on your chest and stomach, but it wouldn’t be yours. It’d be your lover’s.”
Shane’s hand slid down. He cupped his erection, rearranged himself because his dick was so damn hard it hurt. It was crazy and unexpected and maybe a mistake, but in that moment, he wanted to live. Wanted to live the way Van had when he left. “What did he do to me? My lover?” Shane found himself asking, then he waited to see what Van would tell him next.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Van watched Shane for a minute. He didn’t turn away, didn’t even flinch as he waited for Van to answer his question. He knew Shane was asking because he was drunk, but that was okay.
Van leaned to the side and set his bottle down on the deck. His eyes caught Shane’s again as he plucked his cell from Shane’s hand and set that to the side, too.
He stood, took a couple steps until he was in front of Shane, Shane’s eyes following him the whole time. “He would have gone home with you one night. He’d hoped you’d ask, even though he didn’t think it would be for sex.”
Shane nodded, in what Van assumed was his way of telling him to keep going, which he appreciated because he almost asked Shane if he was sure. Their past was so fucked, he didn’t want to make the wrong decision. “He felt oddly comfortable with you, so it had been a relief to him to say yes. Plus, he thought you were hot and hoped you thought the same thing about him.”
A small smile curled at Shane’s lips. “I did.”
“Well that’s a relief.” Van winked. “When he realized you wanted him too, he asked you to sit up so he could take your shirt off.”
Shane moved slowly, sitting up, as Van kneeled on the deck beside him.
“You skipped a part,” Shane told him.
“Yeah, I guess I did. He would have gone down on his knees and then told you to lift your arms.”
Shane did it.
“He slid his hands under your shirt, groaned when he felt your hot skin as he lifted it over your head and tossed it to the deck.” Van did it, let his fingers skate along Shane’s skin, pulling the shirt with him. He didn’t let himself think about anything—not the past, not the future, not the fucking town. Just that moment. When Shane’s tee hit the deck, he said, “Your lover liked your chest.”