Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 117408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Fuck the fear. Fuck the hesitation.
“I’m sorry, Jonah. I swear.” Waves lapped at the shore. Fire crackled, embers floating in the air. “I want to be your boyfriend. You’re my ‘one,’ Jonah, and I want to be yours.” His hands crossed the distance between us, found mine, held on tight. I didn’t pull away this time.
I moved closer.
“I don’t want anyone else, Fox.” A smile crept onto my face. “And I definitely don’t want to deal with a buffet of headless torsos on Grindr.”
“How do you know about Grindr?”
“I was in the closet, Fox, not a potato. I’m aware of popular hookup apps.” I chuckled, low and short, but damn did it feel good. “Besides, I have a gay brother, remember?”
“How could I forget?” Fox said, his smile growing. “It’s one of the first things you ever told me.”
“It was, wasn’t it?”
“That and you called me a ‘sexy television magician.’ I’ll never forget that.”
I groaned, my eyes doing a slight roll. “Damn it, I was really hoping you’d at least forget that.”
“Never,” Fox said. He was closer now. Our bodies were almost touching, his head tilted down so he could look into my eyes. “I still remember what you were wearing that day and everything. You looked so good. I wanted to do this to you—” Fox leaned in, sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. “So fucking bad.”
“Weird, I wanted you to do exactly that, too.”
“I don’t ever want to leave your side, Jonah. Be my boyfriend.” He was smiling, a genuine and heartfelt smile that warmed my racing heart.
“Boyfriends,” I said, the word feeling good on my tongue. “My one, Fox.”
“My one.”
We kissed then, the fear and tension from moments before dissipating, floating off into the night sky. Our kiss grew, the heat between my legs rising, drawing attention to my tightening underwear.
“I swear, Fox.” I separated for a moment, held his head in my hands. “I’ll never feel like I’m missing anything, as long as I’ve got you. Okay?”
With the intensity of the kiss Fox answered with, I could tell he believed me.
Like the waves crashing and foaming onto the shore, a raw force of nature ripped through me, heat flooding me, my core tightening with a powerful need.
Holy shit. I want Fox. So fucking bad.
I want my boyfriend.
We went back to the cabana, kissing the entire way, and tumbled back onto the bed, the soft white sheets feeling like clouds underneath me, Fox’s hard muscular body feeling like heaven above me.
Our hands seemed unable to rest in one spot, our hips rocking forward and backward.
“Take these off,” I said, tugging at his shirt as Fox sat up on the bed. Fox took off his shirt and tossed aside his pants. The sexy bastard hadn’t been wearing any underwear, so his hard cock sprung forward, swinging in the air. I followed suit, stripping down to the bright yellow jockstrap I had been wearing.
“Whoa,” Fox said, noticing my underwear. He looked at me, a coal-hot grin on his face. He rubbed my obvious erection, massaging my length over the thin yellow fabric. “These are new.”
“Figure you’d like them. Yellow is your favorite color.”
“It’s not the color I’m focused on,” Fox growled. My cock throbbed hard against my underwear. He stroked me a couple more times before he grabbed my hips, and with another primal growl, he flipped me over, exposing my bare ass.
“Fuck.” Fox followed his exclamation with a slap, the palm of his hand stinging against my skin. I moaned and pushed back, exposing myself more for him. It was a new sensation, feeling so open and vulnerable. I quivered as Fox took his hands and spread me open.
“Jesus, Jonah, you’re so fucking sexy.”
He spit. I twitched, the wetness sliding down my crack, over my jockstrap, down onto the bed. My cock pulsed against its confines. I continued to wiggle and push my ass back, my back arched. I’d never been so exposed, and I’d never felt so fucking turned on by it.
Fox started to rub his fingers up and down, over my hole, spreading his spit, making me nice and wet. I started to grind down onto the bed, feeling myself losing all control, wanting more than Fox’s fingers playing with me from the outside.
Tonight, I wanted so much more. So much fucking more.
“Finger me, Fox.” The words came out strangled. Fox didn’t wait a second longer. He pressed his finger up against my tight entrance, the ring of muscle pushing back against the intrusion.
“Shh, relax, baby. Breathe in and out.”
I did as he said. Focused on the breathing. Focused on the pleasure. Focused on my want for more.
Fox’s finger slipped in. I gasped. Fox pushed in deeper, I could feel him inside me, probing, pushing and pressing. My hands knuckled up in the sheets as Fox started sliding in and out, playing with my hole.