Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I sucked in air. “You touching it is sure as hell not going to help with that.”
He gave me a devilish grin.
I pulled away from him and felt like I was a magnet trying to detach from a pair. I thought about anything and everything other than the one thing I craved, trying to get my cock to behave before I went in.
Truthfully, what meant more than anything else was that he’d been able to find some source of happiness even after such an awful day. I had been some part of that, but really, he had the strength inside him all along. Anything I provided as help was just extra. Cherries on top of what he already was perfectly capable of doing himself.
I really was proud of him.
And I also wanted to fuck him so hard he forgot about anything else that happened today.
12
SAWYER
If there was anything I should have felt like an impostor about, it would have been how to have sex with another man.
But it turned out that with Harlan, I didn’t have a moment’s hesitation when I asked him to fuck me. I knew I wanted it, and I knew he would want it too.
“Do you want some lemonade? With or without some vodka in it?” he asked me after tossing down his keys as we walked into his house later that night.
Behind him, I was already pulling off my jacket and shirt as he walked into the kitchen. The last couple of hours at the brewery had been agonizing, waiting to come back here to his place and hope that he’d make good on what he’d promised me.
I was impatient. And so what?
“You already know what I want,” I said. He turned around and saw that I was shirtless, his eyes flaring wide.
“Fuck.”
If this was what pure confidence felt like, I could see why people got addicted to the feeling. I wanted him so badly that I didn’t bother stopping to overthink or second guess myself like I usually did.
I was on him a moment later, kissing him just as hard as I had out on the back deck at the brewery earlier. Only now we were fully in private, in his house, with nobody and nothing else to worry about.
He still had his jacket on and he smelled faintly like leather, which only got me harder because it smelled like him. I slid my hands under the sides of the jacket and pushed it off, letting it drop to the floor.
“You’re so warm,” I said, running my palms down across his shirt. I tucked my thumbs beneath the hem at the bottom, letting myself feel the planes of his muscle and soft hair below.
“Payback time,” he said, his eyes half-lidded as he looked at mine.
I acted innocent. “Payback, huh? For what?”
“You kept making me hard behind the bar.”
“Well, I got hard all fucking week every time I thought of you,” I murmured, reaching my hands up further under his shirt and skating my fingertips across his nipples. “So I guess we both need to get revenge.”
All at once, I pulled my hands out from under his shirt and took a step back, revoking my touch.
He groaned, giving me a pleading look. “Wait. No. If your revenge is taking your hands off of my body, I don’t want any part of that.”
I smiled at him. “Then come rinse off with me. I worked all day.”
I thumbed at the button on my pants, then unzipped them. As I turned and headed down the hall, I tugged them off along with everything else, leaving a trail of clothes behind me until I was naked.
“Don’t care. I’d fuck you squeaky clean or dirty or covered in goddamn 150-proof moonshine, for all I care,” he said behind me. “Might smack your ass for leaving your clothes all in my hallway, though.”
I paused at the doorway to his bedroom, letting him catch up as I stuck out my ass toward him. “Dare you to.”
“Goose,” he said in a warning tone.
“Do it.”
He clicked his tongue, giving me a look that said you asked for it.
He drew his hand up and brought it down on my ass. I yelped even though I knew it was coming, enjoying the sharpness of the sting followed by an all-over warmth.
“Too much?” he asked.
“Not even close.”
He made a sound like he wanted to devour me and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my bare shoulder. “You were already my favorite person and just now, you somehow became more my favorite. Not even possible, but you made it happen.”
I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the master bathroom. I pushed the handle to start the shower, and while it heated up, I pulled his shirt off of him and helped him undo his pants, way too greedy to get him naked. His cock bobbed free, standing out hard as hell, even bigger than I’d remembered.