Absolution – Love Bites Read Online Jayda Marx

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal, Vampires Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
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There was no ugliness to Hutch. And as I thought about his rugged good looks, my body reacted to his memory; both his handsomeness and the feel of his body against mine.

My blood warmed as it pumped through my veins, and I watched as a hard lump grew in my pants. My breathing sped up as I stared at it, unsure what to do. Well, I knew what to do; I'd been doing it since I was fourteen. But I'd never done it because I was thinking about a man.

I nervously licked my lips as I unbuttoned my jeans, before looking all around my apartment, as if someone was going to be watching me from the shadows. Of course, I found no one, so I turned my attention back to my cock, which was now fully hard and throbbing in my underwear.

I gave myself a squeeze through the fabric, sighing at the friction. My hand jerked away when I could've sworn I heard someone else sighing as well. But I knew I was alone; I chalked it up to a nervous mind.

I took a deep breath and squeezed myself again. This time, my eyes fluttered shut, and my thoughts once again fell to Hutch. I pictured his face hovering over mine as I sank my hand beneath my waistband and wrapped my palm around my warm flesh.

His blue-gray eyes burned into me, and it was his hand that stroked my shaft. I pictured his strong fingers gliding up and down, making me leak and rubbing the slick fluid into my skin. I bit my lip as I jerked faster. Hutch's face grew clearer in my imagination. My desire for him burned deeper. Pleasure ballooned in my pelvis as my balls rolled.

My cock jerked and erupted, spraying thick white gobs onto my stomach. Before I opened my eyes, I whispered, "Hutch," needing to feel his name on my lips.

My eyes sprang open when I heard a low growl outside of my door. Dogs weren't allowed in my building, but I wouldn't be surprised if someone snuck one in. But a dog meant an owner who could hear me through the thin walls.

Shame and embarrassment shot through me at what I'd done. I'd given into my desire, fantasizing about a man who probably didn't give two shits about me beyond doing his job. He was my parole officer; he couldn't be any more off limits than that.

I whipped off my shirt, used it to wipe away my mess, and threw it in the direction of my clothes hamper before I lay still, listening for any other clues of someone nearby. When I gathered that I was indeed alone again, I sighed and covered my face with my hands. I can't think about Hutch anymore.

But as soon as his name crossed my mind, so did a fresh flood of thoughts, every one about him. Why couldn't I get him out of my brain? Why was this man whom I'd met one time taking over my consciousness? Why did I feel like I not only wanted, but needed to see him again? Why did my stomach knot up when I remembered his face? Why was I feeling these things for the first time in my life? And how was I going to hide them from him?

If I let my interest show, how could I handle the rejection that would surely come? And how was I going to make it twenty four hours without being near him again?

Chapter Three

Hutch

My foot bounced wildly beneath my desk with anticipation as I waited for Dalton to arrive in my office. I was missing him so deeply that I was in physical pain, although it had only been a few minutes since I’d seen him.

Without Dalton’s knowledge, I followed him home the day before, satisfying my desire to watch over him and ensure his safety. I stood in the shadows outside of his apartment door all night, listening for any clues of distress or need.

What I wasn’t expecting to hear was Dalton pleasuring himself while I was mere feet away. While it was surely an invasion of his privacy to listen in on the moment, I couldn’t pull myself away. I was glued to the spot, my body soaking in the sound of every moan and heavy breath, and the friction of his skin.

When I heard him whisper my name, and then smelled his release in the air, I lost all control, and came in my pants right there in the hallway. Even without a single touch, he ruled my body. I wondered if he heard my growl of pleasure, and how he would feel about it if he knew what happened.

I waited until Dalton was sound asleep before I left him long enough to run home (which didn’t take long, given my vampire speed) to clean myself (it wasn’t pleasant, since everything had dried) and change clothes. Then I rushed back to my place at his door, relieved to hear him sleeping soundly.


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