Exclusive Excerpt from Rocket Science
by K.M. Neuhold
Twisted Cherry is crowded, but I manage to spot an unoccupied high-top table and snag it while I wait for Einstein to show. My eyes scan the crowd reflexively, even though right now I’m more curious to see the Nerdlet than to find a piece of ass. Images of him from all those years ago fill my mind and make me smile. He always seemed to be lugging around a bag full of textbooks that weighed more than he did, thick-rimmed glasses in place and curly hair that was never in place. I wonder if he still wears the t-shirts with the science puns on them or if he still keeps his inhaler on a string around his neck to keep from losing it.
I chuckle to myself at the thought and wave down the nearest waiter for a drink and then return to letting my attention wander. My gaze catches on a man as he wanders into the bar. He’s not my usual type, but damn if he isn’t pretty. His dark hair hangs in wild curls, flopping down over his forehead, his features are sharp, but his lips look full and soft, and I have no doubt they’d feel like heaven wrapped around my cock. He’s wearing a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, and a light-colored blazer that might look out of place in a bar on anyone else, but somehow looks absolutely perfect on him.
I have a hard time tearing my eyes off him, my dick growing hard in the confines of my jeans as I stare shamelessly, and he looks around the bar with a somewhat lost expression. He turns his head slightly, and our eyes meet, and a shy, awkward smile forms on his lips. My cock gets even harder as I return the smile, thoughts of the Nerdlet I’m here to meet fleeing my mind in favor of calculating the best method of seducing such a sweet little treat.
“Paxton?” he asks, and my heart sinks.
“Fuck me,” I mutter, reaching for my drink.