Awkward Love Read online Riley Hart (Stumbling into Love #2)

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Stumbling into Love Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
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“But you don’t want to do it? You said they forced you.”

“No, no,” fell out of my mouth in a rush. “I want to. Bad choice of words.”

“Good. I just wanted to make sure. And the fling?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want it to be a one-and-done thing. I think that’s part of the reason I never went with a hookup app. I want to…” Wanted to feel like everyone else. I wanted to have fun, and date someone, and kiss them on the beach, and go to the movies, and cuddle on the couch. I wanted some other things too, that had to do with dicks, mouths, and asses. “I want to have fun with someone—just one person. Someone I like and who makes me laugh. You know those movies and books where a person goes away for the summer and they have this perfect fling, but they both know there’s a time limit attached? Again, with graduate school coming…and obviously, I’m not going to find some random guy to have a fling with and we’ll just happen to fall hopelessly in love, so it would only be this thing we both knew we were going into. We’d both enjoy it, and at the end we’d walk away better people, knowing we got something from each other. It sounds crazy, I’m sure.”

“No, it doesn’t. I think I get what you’re saying. You want something easy with no strings attached. A mutual give-and-take where both people know exactly what they’re getting into, but where you can be friends and laugh together and enjoy each other in other ways too.”

Yes, yes I did. That would have been a much easier way to say it. “Yes, but one where I can…well, you know.”

“Have orgasms.”

“That would be nice, yes. I’m tired of doing it alone.”

A loud laugh burst from Will’s lips. “Christ, I like you. Okay, let’s do it. I’ll be your summer fling.”

“Wait, really?” My pulse was thudding again, my head spinning.

“Yeah. First, orgasms are involved. We went over that. You’re cute and make me laugh and orgasms. Plus, I get to explore sex with you. Be a part of your figuring out what you like and being the first guy to drive you fucking wild. Why wouldn’t I want that?”

When he said it like that… “Okay. Yes, please. I mean, I agree. Should we shake on it?”

A slow, mischievous grin spread across his face. “Nope. We’re gonna kiss on it.”

I’m not gonna lie, my cock was already beginning to plump up, and oh my God, I just realized I was in nothing but my underwear and a T-shirt.

“You’ve kissed before, right?”

“Yes.”

“Teenage experimenting with Kira doesn’t count.”

“Hey, fuck you. First, how did you know we practiced on each other as teenagers? Second, it’s still a kiss. And third, yes, I’ve kissed more than her, and no, it wasn’t Ali.”

He chuckled. “I’m giving you shit.”

“I don’t know if I want to kiss you anymore.” I crossed my arms, pretending to be mad.

“Aw, come on. I’ve been wondering what those lips taste like.”

That got my attention. “You have?”

“You don’t see yourself clearly at all. If you agree, I’d like to kiss you. We’ll talk more later about what you’ve done and how we go about this. Turn. Sit sideways on the couch and face me.”

It wasn’t as if I was going to argue with him, so I did, and Will did the same.

He reached out and cupped my face with one hand. I closed my eyes and pushed into it slightly. His skin was soft against mine. He brushed his fingers along my cheek. The couch moved, and I knew Will was leaning in. The second his lips touched mine, my brain melted. He pressed a few closed-mouth kisses before his tongue teased the seam of my lips. I opened them for him, and he dipped inside. I moaned in response, and he kissed me deeper, used his other hand to cup the other side of my face. Our lips moved together, our tongues played together, and damn it, he was so good at this, and I hoped I was too.

“Fuck,” he said when he pulled away, then pressed his forehead to mine. “You’re good at that.”

“Let’s do it again.” This time, it was me who kissed him, me who tasted him first, and cupped his face, and then let my fingers slide down and dance along his nape.

Will groaned into the kiss and pulled me closer, the mint of toothpaste on my taste buds.

When we stopped, he said, “God, this is going to be fun. I don’t want to get into something we can’t finish right now. I promised Shaw we’d have lunch together.” Will adjusted himself, and hell yeah, he was hard too.

“Sure, I understand. Do you have time to finish your coffee first?”


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