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. The same dark fuzz covered his back and arms—his hairiness was a constant joke in our group. “Our landlord is dealing with our mice problem, so we’re here until that’s handled. Lucky you. Those little fuckers ate a hole right through my bedroom wall.”
“City living,” David groaned. “Anyway, Holden made about two pounds of bacon before he left. We helped ourselves.” He finally looked up from his computer, and the second our eyes connected, he immediately shielded his. “Jesus, Easton, put that fucking thing away.”
What fucking thing?
I looked down my body and saw the tent inside my mesh shorts. “Shit, sorry.” I tucked my erection under the elastic waistband. “I can’t stop dreaming about this girl I met on Hooked. This is what those dreams do to me.”
“You and almost a million other users as of this morning.” David’s glasses had fallen down his nose, and he pushed them to the top, the frames so small they looked like they were made for a doll.
I froze halfway between the living room and kitchen, realizing I hadn’t logged on to the database when I’d woken up, a ritual I’d been doing every morning since launch. “You’re kidding. We’re at . . . a million?”
Brennon went over to the window, cracking it open a few inches before he took out his one-hitter and lit the end. “Not kidding.” He coughed as he blew out the smoke. “And because of that wild-ass number, we’re at hour twenty-nine, I believe.”
“What’s twenty-nine hours?”
“That’s how long it’s been since I’ve seen my bed.” His bushy eyebrows pushed together as he exhaled another hit. “Which means I need more of this”—he held up the small device, which looked like a cigarette—“and a fat raise.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I replied.
Since we were offering a free one-month trial to all users, we wouldn’t be generating any membership revenue for another three weeks. That was assuming any of the million-plus users would want to continue using Hooked. With our projections much higher than we forecasted, another source of income would be ad dollars, and we’d soon be meeting with an agency that would help achieve that potential.
But I didn’t want to talk specific numbers with the coders until I had more substantial data. What we knew for sure was that we had to pay them a lot more than they were earning now.
And we would.
I continued to the kitchen and poured myself some coffee. “Do either of you want a cup?”
David raised his energy drink off the floor. “Unless it can lift me to the moon like this shit, I’m good.” He returned the drink to the floor and put his long, slick strands into a ponytail.
“You?” I asked Brennon.
He blew out a cloud and said, “I prefer bud,” and he closed the window.
I placed some bacon on a napkin and carried my breakfast into the living room, taking a seat on the couch. “What are you working on this morning, fellas?” I popped one of the greasy strips into my mouth.
Brennon sat on the floor in front of his laptop. “We’re making sure the app doesn’t crash, that it can continue handling the traffic that’s been coming in.”
I stopped midchew. “Did it crash while I was sleeping?”
“Close,” David admitted. “We had several areas not working correctly, but we got it under control.”
“Was that last night when it happened? Or this morning?” Brennon scratched his arm, the sound almost like the sticking and peeling of Velcro. “I don’t even know what day it is.”
“Honestly, I’m as overtired and lost as you two. I think I got about two hours of sleep last night, and I don’t know if that made me feel worse or better.” My phone vibrated and I took it out of my pocket, seeing multiple notifications that had come in during my nap; the most recent was from Hooked. “Messages are working great. I just got one.”
“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
She laughed. “Ruthless.”“Maybe when I get that second shot, we can negotiate.”“I’m up for that challenge.” Her hand went to my chest softly. Our stares locked, her holding my gaze like she didn’t want to let it go. And then she rose on her toes, her mouth eventually reaching mine, where she gave me the gentlest kiss. “Ticktock.”The moment her mouth and hand left me, I looked down to pull off the condom and zip myself up, and before I could say another word, she was gone.CHAPTER FIVEMe: Love, I can’t get you out of my head, which means I’m ready for that second shot with you. But, this time, I want the mask off. I want to see your whole face. I want to see what you look like while I’m making you scream.SaarasLove: Hiiiii.SaarasLove: Hottest text award goes to: youuuuu.Me: Is that a yes?SaarasLove: Mr. Boston, it sounds like you’ve missed me.Me: I had a good time the other night, so yes, I’ve missed you. And, like I said, I’ve thought about you a lot.SaarasLove: Just curious,
I exhaled. “What I’ve tasted so far, in person and through the app, has only made me want more.”“You didn’t crave those things with her?”“No. I didn’t even know her, Love, nor did I take the time to know her.”“Ohhh.”I laughed. “You like that answer?”“Mr. Boston, must I remind you that this app is for the kind of man and woman who don’t want a second round. It’s for adults who have the ability to move on without getting involved.”Her tone told me she was teasing, flirting, trying to draw a reaction out of me.A side of her that was completely adorable.I couldn’t hide my smile. “Are you shooting me down, Love?” I didn’t wait for a response and continued, “Are you afraid I could give you everything you’ve ever wanted and you might develop feelings that are incredibly strong? I’m talking all-consuming, mind-blowing love, and suddenly . . . you want to run?”“Ahhh, two can play that game, huh?” I heard her grin. “I’m not afraid of anything, especially not love—I just don’t know that