All First Chapter Samples

„Wann sagst du deinem Daddy, dass ihr zusammenziehen wollt?“ An manchen Tagen konnte ich einfach nicht widerstehen, Ryland aufzuziehen.

„Was?“ Er setzte sich senkrecht im Bett auf, Augen und Mund weit aufgerissen.

Mir mit ihm ein Zimmer zu teilen, funktionierte besser, als ich erwartet hatte, was wahrscheinlich daran lag, dass Ryland viel Zeit mit Holden verbrachte und bei ihm übernachtete. Wenn wir anfingen, uns auf den Keks zu gehen, packte er ein paar Sachen und verschwand für einen Tag oder sogar das ganze Wochenende zu Holden. Das war perfekt.

Wenn er tatsächlich Ausziehen würde, um mit Holden zusammenzuleben, würde ich ihn total vermissen. Aber die beiden passten perfekt zusammen. Von daher würde es wohl früher oder später passieren.

„Sieh mich nicht so entsetzt an. Wir wissen doch beide, dass du das willst.“ Ryland schüttelte den Kopf, doch es sah aus, als wäre die Verneinung ein Reflex und nicht das, was er tatsächlich wollte.

„Aber … er …“ Ryland blinzelte, griff nach seinem Handy und schaute auf die Uhrzeit. „Ähm … ich muss gleich zum Unterricht.“

“Man, he shoved that beer can of his so far up my ass. It was incredible.” The crass words made me blush, but they also didn’t make sense.

Why would he want a beer can shoved up his…butt?

The half-drunk guy that was stretched out on the common room couch answered my unasked question. “It was great, but I’m just saying that thing was so thick I’ve been walking funny for days. Man, no more tops with dicks that wide. I’ll take a nice long thin one any day.”

Ohhh.

“You’re such a slut.” The other voice that seemed to be coming from the floor didn’t consider that a bad thing, if I read his tone of voice right. He seemed to think couch guy was funny. But I could have misunderstood.

I wasn’t a moron, but people’s reactions, especially to sexual things…confused me.

Like, why were they even talking about it at all? The middle of the common room in the dorms wouldn’t have been my first choice of locations to have that kind of discussion. Especially when there seemed to be endless parties going on. Not that I would have talked about something like that with someone anyway.

Ich hatte ihn auf Craigslist aufgestöbert. Dort sollte man vermutlich nicht unbedingt Leute kennenlernen. Klar, die Kontaktanzeigen waren ganz witzig anzusehen, vor allem, wenn man betrunken war. Es gab auch eine Kategorie, in der man versuchen konnte, mit einem Fremden, den man auf der Straße zufällig gesehen hatte, in Kontakt zu treten, was ziemlich ulkig war. Aber niemand hat über Craigslist wirklich jemand kennengelernt. Nun, niemand außer mir.

Er war recht faszinierend.

Manchmal konnte ich mich nicht entscheiden, ob ich ihn nun leiden konnte oder nicht. Manchmal hatte ich das Gefühl, dass ich von ihm besessen sein könnte. Unsere Beziehung erschien einem Außenstehenden vielleicht sogar ungesund oder merkwürdig. Aber so fühlte es sich ganz und gar nicht an.

Es fühlte sich ganz selbstverständlich an. Als ob ich ihn schon ewig kennen würde.

“Um, yes, extra whipped cream, please? It’s been one of those days.” Hearing the frustration in my voice, I stood straighter and tried not to look ridiculously dramatic, even though it felt like I deserved it. “Do you have chocolate sprinkles?”
Yep, it’d been one of those days.

However, instead of answering my question and letting me pout, the barista turned and called out toward the back. “The lawyers are dicks. They got the cute twink, too.”

The low murmurs from the people in line behind me said they knew at least part of the story. Their anger made me feel a bit better, but I just wished someone had told me about them before I’d taken the job. It would’ve been helpful.

Before I could figure out how to respond, since she really hadn’t been talking to me, I heard high heels click on the concrete floor in an angry rhythm. “Goddamn it. Those assholes have gone too far.”

Oh, it was the other one.

“Okay, what do you think? Is this too much or just a bit naughty? Sometimes when the guys get excited it’s hard to tell.” Looking at Matthew’s photo on the dresser, I sighed. “I know. It’s too late to back out now.”

Opening night of the club was probably not the best time to be having an existential crisis, but there I was anyway.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the picture frame that held his photo and sat down on the bed. I had almost an hour before Dakota and Tristan were supposed to pick me up, but I had a feeling they weren’t going to wait that long. Dakota had been texting me all day, asking me variations on the same question…are you doing okay?

The answer might be no or it might be yes; I just wasn’t sure anymore.

“We’ve had mini-scenes when Dakota gets a wild hair up his ass and decides we need to try something ridiculous, but this is going to be a full scene at the club.” Every once in a while, when I talked to Matthew I knew what he would say, but in that moment, I couldn’t feel anything except nerves.

“This really isn’t a good idea. We don’t surprise people with photos and lingerie.” Talking to myself earned me a few odd looks from the people walking by, but I really didn’t care. I had better things to worry about than their opinions on my mental health—like how Spencer was going to react to the pictures Devin wanted.

To play devil’s advocate, I thought Spencer would love the chance to be in the pictures, but he’d made it very clear to Eli he wasn’t ready to do it.

Maybe he just wasn’t ready for Eli?

That had been my logic as well as Devin’s when he’d brought up the idea, but now I wasn’t so sure. Talking a nervous sub or model through a shoot was my specialty, but this didn’t feel like the same thing. Consent was the big issue—and a weekend of complete submission might not qualify if Spencer had sunk deeply into the role.

It was going to come down to how he reacted when I got there.