“Except the app wasn’t created for that reason,” Grayson said. “Why don’t you save the money you don’t have and just focus on pus—”
“I’m going to let you two hash out whatever this is,” I chimed in, interrupting Grayson. “I have to go message Love.”
“Love,” Grayson roared as I got up from the chair. “Good luck with that.”
I flipped him off and returned to my bedroom, adjusting the pillows behind my back as I loaded the app, pulling up SaarasLove’s profile. What set our app apart from our competitors’ was that instead of using first or last names along with photos of the user’s face, we allowed only usernames and body shots or icons to protect everyone’s identities. Within the private chat feature, users could exchange whatever information they wanted—pictures, names, phone numbers—but that was at their discretion.
What I could gather from SaarasLove’s profile was that she lived within a sixty-mile radius of the zip code I’d provided—a distance she couldn’t exceed, or we wouldn’t have matched—and her picture was a long-range, out-of-focus shot of her sitting on a rocky beach, fully clothed.
I needed to know more about her.
I opened the chat feature under my BostonLifer account, a name that had come to me when we’d gotten closer to launch, and typed out a message.
Me: Hey you, my 100% match. I’ve got to say, that’s an impressive number. I’m pretty sure it means we’re supposed to meet up.
SaarasLove: Hiii! Honestly, that number kinda shocked me too. So, who are you, Mr. Boston? Tell me everything, don’t leave out a single detail.
Me: Getting right to the point, I like it. I’m in my last year of grad school, I just started a business with my best friends, I’m an avid Pats and Red Sox fan, I’m pretty athletic myself, and I’m into all things outdoors. Your turn.
SaarasLove: Just finishing up my undergrad and working, like you, but for someone else, not myself. I wouldn’t call myself athletic, but I love to walk. If I could turn traveling into a career, that would be my ultimate dream job—which I do a lot anyway for my employer. I love bad reality TV and ice cream, the chocolate-ier, the better. In fact, if frozen Hershey syrup becomes a thing, I’ll be their top customer.
Me: And it looks like you enjoy the beach, according to your pic.
SaarasLove: I do. I love it.
SaarasLove: Is that scotch in your pic? Whiskey? Are those the same—forgive me, I’m a simple drinker and just stick with wine.
Me: Scotch, yes. When I feel like indulging, that’s my drink of choice.
SaarasLove: Except you’re on a college budget, like me, and drowning in student loans, so you wait until the pub has $2 drafts, amiright?
Me: Lol. You’re definitely not wrong about that.
Me: What are your plans for this weekend?
SaarasLove: I’m actually headed home. I’ve got some things to tie up there.
Me: Is home far?
SaarasLove: It’ll feel like a totally different world from here.
Me: I was going to ask you if you wanted to meet up.
SaarasLove: Mr. Boston, what I love about this new app is that not every student I go to school with knows I’m on it since they can’t see my name or my pic. What I hate about this app is that I have no idea what you look like. Show me something, anything, just so I can have a feel of you to know if there’s any chemistry.
I laughed as I read her message.
If she only knew she was speaking to a co-owner, something I wouldn’t tell her.
The guys and I had decided not to tell anyone until we absolutely had to. We just didn’t know how that would go over when we were meeting up with women we’d matched with.
I certainly wasn’t going to ask one of my roommates to come in and snap a picture of me. The amount of shit I’d get for it, especially from Grayson, would be endless. So I slipped off my T-shirt and moved in front of my full-length mirror, aiming the camera at my chest and abs, areas I worked hard at when I was at the gym, and I turned my face to make sure it wasn’t included when I took the shot.
Pleased with the result, I attached the photo to the message and sent it.
Me: Love, your wish is my command.
SaarasLove: Hold a sec. I need to process THAT. And maybe wipe the drool from my lip.
Me: Lol.
SaarasLove: Mr. Boston, wow. WOW. Wow.
Me: I’m glad you like what you see.
SaarasLove: You’re freaking chiseled. Like, no. Love, yes.
Several seconds later, a picture of her came through. It looked like she was at the same beach as in her profile shot, but in this one, she was in a bikini. Her knees were bent, and she was holding them against her chest with her arms wrapped around them. She was looking away from the camera, the angle showing her long dark hair and toned arms, her thin frame, the tiny ball her body was tucked into.
Me: Love, you’re gorgeous . . . and that body, damn.
SaarasLove: Thank you. But it’s not exactly a close-up shot like yours, so you’re not seeing everything, ya know?
Me: I’ve seen enough to know you’re beautiful.
Me: How about that date when you get back from home?
SaarasLove: I’d really love that.
CHAPTER TWOI sat on the armless chair in my room, gazing at the woman I’d been dreaming about for days, as she stood in front of me, a leg on either side of mine.Naked.I tucked a chunk of her dark hair behind her ear. “Can I call you Love?”“I love that name, so yes, of course.”There was nothing sexier in this world, nothing more beautiful than her.Love.A woman I couldn’t stop thinking about.Her eyes took me in as though she wanted this as badly as I did.Her body had looked perfect in the picture she’d sent, but it didn’t compare to this—a petite waist that I wrapped my hands around, the curve of her small tits that I leaned forward and kissed, skin that smelled so sweet. And while I took my time traveling to each spot, feeling them out, listening to her breathing change, I eventually made my way to her heart-shaped ass. “You’re exquisite. In every way that I had imagined, but so much more.”She lifted her hands from my bare shoulders and ran them through my short hair. “You’r
This was the fourth morning in a row that I’d woken like this, poking at Love’s entrance, her nakedness positioned around me in some way, before I was forced awake.And just like all the previous mornings, I rose with a raging case of morning wood.Goddamn it.At least there was the scent of bacon in the air, what Holden, our designated chef, had apparently chosen to make us all for breakfast. A scent that was strong enough to pull me from bed.I shoved my cell into my pocket and opened my bedroom door, expecting to find the guys parked in our makeshift office.There were guys, all right, just not the ones I was anticipating.“Where’s Holden and Grayson?” I said to our coders, who were stationed on the floor, using each end of our coffee table as their desk, fingers pounding their laptops so hard, it sounded like they were jackhammering cement.“Class, I think,” Brennon replied. With his back to me, all I could see was his thick, wavy hair, looking like it hadn’t been washed in days.
“That’s a relief,” David said.Brennon shook his head. “They should be working. Shit, I’ve been writing code for them all morning.”Although there were several new matches and messages, the most important one was from Love, so that was the one I opened.SaarasLove: Hiii! I’m back, whoop!Me: Did you have a good time at home?SaarasLove: Home was . . . home. This trip was sad. Emotionally draining. I’m much happier to be back in the city.Me: Sounds like you should have just stayed here and gone out on a date with me.SaarasLove: Normally, I’d totally agree, but this trip was unfortunately very necessary.SaarasLove: I recently lost a close family member—nothing we need to talk about, I’m just putting it out into the universe, so you get where my head is at.Me: I won’t make you talk about it, but I do want to cheer you up.SaarasLove: Tell me something funny, then.I glanced around the living room and kitchen, trying to think of something, and then the obvious hit me.Me: I had a drea
“Already did,” Brennon said.I went into the bathroom and turned on the water, and while I waited for it to warm, I pulled up Love’s chat.SaarasLove: That was a funny story—at least for me, maybe not so much for your friends.Me: They’ll forgive me. Hopefully. At the very least, I pray I didn’t scar them for life.Me: Are you taking the day off to drown yourself in wine?SaarasLove: That does sound like fun, I’m not going to lie, but no. I’m a multitasking queen at the moment, sitting in class, typing notes, talking to you, answering work emails, trying to semi pay attention to the professor since he’s going over our upcoming exam.SaarasLove: In other words, SEND ALL THE WINE.Me: I hear that. I’m headed to school in a few where I’m going to be doing the same.SaarasLove: Then, multitasking king, have yourself a good day.Me: You too, Love.CHAPTER THREEMe: Homework? Class? Work? Are these solid guesses or you’re doing something else that’s a lot more fun?SaarasLove: You know the
CHAPTER FOUR“Tell me you’re nervous because of the party and not because you’re finally meeting Love,” Grayson said. He stood next to me at the mouth of the ballroom, Holden on my other side, the massive space now completely filled with Hooked users. “If you’re acting all fidgety because you’re about to meet Love, I’m going to think you’re getting soft on me.”“He’s allowed to be nervous about Love,” Holden announced before I had a chance to respond. “He’s about to meet his perfect match. Shit, that’s huge.”“But since he started talking to her, our dude’s been acting different.”I adjusted my mask, making sure it was secure. “I haven’t been acting different, asshole.” The murmurs from our guests, the warm lighting, the decor—it was all finally settling in and giving me a buzz. “I’m just trying to balance things. We’ve got a lot going on, more than we anticipated. Love is only adding to that, and yeah, I like her. Sue me.”“And she’s making you soft as fuck,” Grayson countered. “You’
I reached around and grazed the small of her back. “Do you want to know what I think of you?”“I can feel it. When you were approaching us at the bar, a heat moved through my body, and when you stood there with my friends, it happened again. And now, I can feel it once more. There’s nothing simple or secretive about your stare, Mr. Boston. I don’t know if just any girl could feel it, but I certainly can.”I gazed at her glossy lips—their roundness, fullness—and pulled away a piece of hair stuck to them.“Am I right when I say you can’t stop thinking about devouring me?”A sound came out of me that was half growl, half chuckle. “Yes.”“Well, you have me here. What are you going to do with me?”I took a step back, shaking my head. “I’m going to spend as much time as I can admiring you because one, I can’t believe you’re finally in my presence, and two, you look even more incredible than you did in that photo—something I didn’t think was possible.” When I stepped toward her again, my han
Now that I was getting us closer to it, I noticed the space was just high enough that I could stand. Wide enough that I could hold her back against the wall. And hidden just enough that if someone were to walk in, they would have to really look for us.Once I had her in position, she took a look around the tiny area. “Creative.” Her eyes landed back on mine. “But the question remains: What are you going to do with me now that you have me here?”“It’s not what I’m going to do with you.” I lowered my face, my lips landing on her neck. “It’s what I’m going to do to you.”I didn’t need to ask for permission—she’d already given that to me.What I needed was a taste before I could go any further.My hands went to the wall on both sides of her and I dived toward her mouth. Even though I was in a rush, I didn’t immediately kiss her. I hovered over her lips, waiting, breathing.Fantasizing.Taking in her scent, which was a mix of a tropical breeze and a piña colada and a coconut macaroon.And
I wanted it rolling down my throat, where I could store it forever.So I gave her more, a fierce combination of my hand and tongue, until I sensed she was getting to a point where she wouldn’t return, and that was when I rose. I didn’t bother taking my pants off—time was far too limited at this point. I just unzipped them, my hard-on popping through the hole of my boxer briefs and out the fly of my pants. With an urgency I hadn’t felt before, I tore off the corner of the foil with my teeth, and once I had myself covered in the latex, I growled, “I need you. Now.” I lifted her legs, wrapping them around my waist. And while I continued to aim the back of her shoulders against the wall, I slowly thrust in. My head fell back. My balls clenched. “You’re so tight.”“And you’re huge,” she hissed. “Jesus, Mr. Boston.”I stayed buried, not moving at all to allow her to get used to me.While she constricted around my shaft, her breathing turned labored, her nails now digging through my jacket a