Series: Torn and Bound Duet Series by K. Webster
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
The second we’re in my room, Brayden is on me. Placing kisses along my jaw. His lips are firm yet soft, and every kiss is filled with intent and passion.
“Wanna know why I was here every day?” he asks, nipping at my bottom lip.
Our eyes meet and I wait for him to tell me.
“I was hoping to run into you,” he says. “Yeah, I wanted to be there for Ashton and somewhere along the way we actually became friends, but we could’ve hung out anywhere.”
He pulls my shirt over my head and places a kiss to my left pec, swirling his tongue around my nipple. The sensation shoots straight to my dick, forcing me to let out a groan.
“Every day I kept waiting for you to show up,” he says, kissing my right pec. “But you never did.”
He licks my nipple, then bites down on it, and I groan louder, silently wishing for him to never stop touching me.
“I was at the office and Mia’s place,” I choke out, trying to focus on what he’s saying but distracted by the way he’s licking my nipples.
“Do you want her, Drew?” he asks. “Do you want her to be the one kissing you?” He kisses my lips. “Do you want her to be the one sucking on you?” He runs his tongue down the side of my throat and sucks on my neck. “Do you want her to be the one licking you?” His tongue laves at my left nipple.
I swallow thickly, unsure how the fuck to answer those fucking questions.
“You do, don’t you?” he asks, grabbing the button of my jeans and undoing them.
“I want you,” I choke out. “I came here for you.”
He pushes my pants and boxer briefs down my thighs and then he drops to his knees. “You might’ve come here for me,” he says. “But you want Mia too now. What about Ashton?” he asks, taking my hard as steel dick in his hand. “Do you wish Ashton were the one stroking your dick right now?”
I shake my head, but I can’t speak. I can’t answer him. I can’t lie to him. It’s all fucking confusing.
“I want you,” I tell him again. “I came here for you.”
Brayden nods. “But you fell for them too, didn’t you?”
He releases my dick and stands, taking my face in his strong palms. “I did too,” he admits. “I fell for them both too.”
“It doesn’t change how I feel about you,” I tell him. “I came here for you.”
“I know,” he says, “and it doesn’t change how I feel about you.”
“And how is that?” I ask, needing to hear the words. “How do you feel about me?”
“I love you. I always have,” Brayden says, and then his mouth is back on me. He steers us over to the bed, where we both scramble to take our clothes off between kisses.
Once we’re both naked, we drop onto my bed. Brayden pushes me onto my back and then kisses along my neck and down my chest and torso. He settles himself between my legs and takes my dick in his hands. “I’ve imagined what it would be like to do this for years,” he says, licking the swollen head. “But I never thought it would happen.”
My heart clenches in my chest, an overwhelming pain spearing straight into it. He didn’t think it would happen because I ran. I wasted eight years running from him instead of to him. We could’ve had this years ago.
Brayden slowly licks his way up my dick, from root to tip, and I momentarily close my eyes, enjoying the feel of his mouth on me. “Open your eyes,” he demands, stopping his ministrations.
My eyes snap open.
“I can’t take the chance of you imagining someone else with his… or her mouth wrapped around your dick.”
His words are like icy water poured straight over my dick. I scramble up, pushing Brayden off me. “Is that what this is about?” I ask, hurt evident in my tone. “You want me because you think I want Ashton and Mia?”
I push him backward and cup his face with my hand. “You think, with your mouth wrapped around my dick, I could ever, hell, would ever imagine someone else?”
Brayden swallows loudly, his Adam’s apple moving, and I can see the insecurity written all over his features.
“I. Came. Here. For. You.” I run my tongue along the seam of his lips. “Yeah, you’re right. I developed feelings for Ashton and Mia, but so did fucking you.”
He releases a harsh breath, but doesn’t argue.
“But I would choose you,” I continue. “Always you. You are who I want, who I imagine when I’m fisting my dick in the shower. You’re the one who fucking hurt me. Not Ashton, not Mia. You.”
“I’m sorry,” Brayden croaks out.
“I know you are. And I get it… But if we’re going to do this, there can’t be anyone else in this room but us. Ashton and Mia are together. The way it’s supposed to be.”