Page 7 of Just Is Not Enough

“Uhm, sorry. Yeah, I’m okay. I think I might be feeling the alcohol’s effect.” I let out a nervous laugh at my lie.

Man, what an interesting turn of events. This would have been the last thing I expected to happen tonight. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing skipping the menu planning.

Chapter Seven

I Proposition Him

Kaden

Lukehadaverystrange look on his face. At first, it almost looked like he was checking me out the way his eyes touched every inch of my face and then roamed down my body. He even licked his lips at one point.

Can you be jealous of lips?

Then his expression turned to, I don’t know, shock? Annoyance? I know I’m not magazine cover worthy, but I don’t think I look that bad tonight.

“Do you need to sit down or something? Some water?” I waved to the bartender.

“Water might be good. Maybe I had one too many beers.” Luke swipes his forehead and sighs.

One too many beers? He’s a big guy, I’m sure he can handle his alcohol. He seemed fine all night. Maybe he’s looking for an excuse to ditch me.

“If you want to go find your cousin I won’t be offended. You don’t need to keep me company.” I don’t need someone pitying me for being a third wheel. I thought we were having a good conversation.

My anxiety takes hold of me quickly. I don’t bother waiting for a response and start to walk away. I don’t get to take my second step, Luke stopping me with his hand on my bicep. I turn and see the longing look on his face, his eyes pleading with me.

“I don’t want to find anyone else. Iwantto be right here with you. Stay, please,” he says, letting go of my arm.

The tsunami of butterflies in my stomach makes itself known. Well, look at that, he’s made a believer out of me.

“I’m sorry if I’m acting weird. I was…I’m…” He bites his lower lip, stopping himself from saying anything further.

Where did the cheeky, peacock of a man I was with earlier tonight go? The look in his eyes right now is confusing the fuck out of me. Why does he seem nervous now?

“Luke, what is going on? One minute we are having a good conversation and the next you’re acting all weird. Did I say something wrong?”

“No. You didn’t say anything wrong. I don’t know. I’ve never met anyone like you, Kaden,” Luke’s eyes dart away briefly and then back to me.

“What, gay? Didn’t peg you for a bigot,” I let out a scoff. What the hell is up with this guy?

The fucker laughs at me. “No, Kaden. Do I really look like a bigot to you? I only meant you’re…different, in a good way. An unexpected way.” The confidence is back in his voice, along with a hungry gaze aimed right at me.

This guy is hurting my neck from all this whiplash.

“If I’m being truly honest here, I don’t normally find myself appreciating another man’s physique. At least not in the way it makes my dick hard,” Luke says, maintaining eye contact, waiting to get confirmation I understand exactly what he said.

And we have lift off! He has my dick’s full and undivided attention. I did not expect that much honesty, but I’m not hating it either.

“You have my attention.” I see the moment he notices the craving in my eyes. “And what do you plan on doing about your…situation?” My eyes slowly move down to the bulge in his pants. My ass is suddenly jealous of a pair of slacks, wanting his cock inside me instead.

He notices where my eyes wandered to. “I haven’t quite figured that part out yet, but I’m open to suggestions.” He throws me a wink followed by a mischievous grin.

My cheeky peacock is back.

He’s not yours, Kaden!

He can be mine for tonight!

The slightly inebriated side of my brain internally yells at the logical side of my brain to shut that bitch up.

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