Fast Connection (Cyberlove #2) Read Online Free

Hardy shirt was a real possibility, though. Some of my boys thought EH was the height of guido fashion.
    Okay, this was useless.
    I Googled
how to prepare for anal sex
and saw a variety of tips ranging from taking a shower to douching yourself. Again, I was baffled. I’d never seen a girl shove a hose up her ass before letting me go to town, so there was no way I was gonna do it. The Internet was useless.
    After plugging my phone into the charger, I paced, did a couple of sit-ups and pushups, then took a long, hot shower. I wasn’t sure if we were going out for an actual drink at one of the many bars in the neighborhood or if we were having a beer at his house, but I was assuming the latter. Donning a pair of black sweatpants and a skintight grey T-shirt, I had my feet in a pair of Nike slides and was out the door with three minutes to spare.
    I was halfway up Manor Road when I began regretting the footwear, but it was too late to double back. With my luck, I’d run into my mother and she’d yell at me to take the dog for a walk. Boner killer. I needed my own place, but it was next to impossible until I got a job that would pay rent for the long run.
    Jaw clenching, I forced the thoughts away. This wasn’t the time. I had to worry about playing it cool so Luke wouldn’t realize I was an ass-sex noob.
    The address he’d given me belonged to a house a little larger than mine and nicer. It was a tudor-style in a warm yellow with a narrow driveway leading to a sizeable backyard. Not the type of place I’d associate with the no-nonsense mofo I’d met online an hour ago.
    Maybe this was the wrong address. Or maybe it was a setup. Shit. Did people use Grindr to arrange gay bashings? Suddenly leery, I glanced around several times before jogging up the stairs of the porch. I rang the doorbell once and took a few steps back to wait. If dude showed up wearing a mask and carrying a hammer, I was out.
    A serial killer didn’t answer the door. Well, I didn’t think so. Luke was even hotter in person. Strong jaw, good cheekbones, and eyes so pale blue they reminded me of icicles. And holy fuck he was
big.
A couple of inches taller than me and broad everywhere that mattered. I couldn’t tell if he was in his late thirties or early forties, but silver peppered his hair and jaw. Not that age mattered. I wanted to get on my knees right here in front of his neighbors and the nuns over at Blessed Sacrament Church.
    “Hey,” I said. “Nice house.”
    Luke’s response was to open his door and step to the side to allow me entrance. I hesitated for only a moment before walking inside. His eyes were running all over me, and I swore I heard him inhale. My dick was already good to go, but I couldn’t stop myself from checking out the house as soon as I was inside.
    No signs of terrifying torture chambers or weapons. Just the same narrow rooms this neighborhood was known for, hardwood floors, green curtains, and a lot of random items lying around that definitely didn’t belong to this gentleman. Namely a pair of pink and orange running sneakers, a book bag covered in band patches, and a
Fallen World Online
hoodie hanging over the bannister. Huh. My sister lived on that damn video game.
    “Wife and kids out of town?” I asked, not even going for casual. “Because I’m not about the whole disruption-of-the-marital-home, thing.”
    Luke stopped staring at my dick long enough to scoff. He turned and strode towards the big archway leading to a cramped but cozy kitchen. There were plants hanging from hooks by each window.
    “I’m not married.”
    “Okay…” Clearly he wasn’t going to give me any further details. Maybe he babysat his nieces or nephews. Or maybe he ran a daycare. Either way, I’d take him at his word. I wasn’t here to be a private investigator, and his broad shoulders and strong neck were making me drool. “Not a big talker, huh?”
    “Not really.” He jerked the refrigerator open. “Beer?”
    “Sure. Whatchu