Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“What if it’s food with sex?”
I shrugged. “Sounds kinky, but I’ll try anything once. Just…no eggplant involvement in any form or fashion. I don’t like the way they taste and also…too big.”
Cullen cracked up. “Fine. Let’s do this.” He got undressed, and we joined the crew at the edge of the shore.
“So, the best way to go into this,” Garrett started, sounding like his usual know-it-all self, “is to just—”
“Dive in!” Ramsey cried, bullying Garrett into the pond before he could finish.
Garrett made an undignified sound of protest before wrenching Ramsey by the shoulders, and they both crashed into the water sideways.
“Fuck, it’s cold,” Ramsey sputtered as he came up, seconds before Tucker and Cross tackled both of them.
I moved more carefully through the frigid mud, but when I whirled to see if Cullen was trailing me, I wobbled in the sinking mud, nearly losing my balance. Cullen’s cool hand hooked around my elbow, steadying me. Though my initial instinct was to shake him off and tell him I was good, I checked it.
“Don’t need another injury,” he muttered, then hooted as we both stepped to ankle-deep. “Okay, I’m good. This is enough.”
Garrett laughed and splashed us both.
“On the count of three, we go all the way under,” I told Cullen, levering him closer to my side, ignoring my chattering teeth.
“I hate it here,” he grumbled.
We edged forward at my slow count and, when I got to three, lurched forward into the deeper water and dunked ourselves completely. The cold was a full-body assault, shocking at first but, when we surfaced, exhilarating as hell.
“Fuck!” Cullen shouted, and we all laughed, then spent the next handful of minutes tackling each other before Tucker broke away and headed toward shore.
He bent over his clothes and dug through his pocket before saying, “I’m out, losers. Merry Christmas.”
“Where’s he heading?” I asked as he vanished up the slope toward the house.
“Who knows,” Ramsey replied. “You know he gets squirrelly sometimes.”
“What the fuck is squirrelly?” Cullen laughed.
Garrett eyed him critically. “Aren’t you from Texas? You should know.”
“Guess I don’t know cuz I’ve never gotten ‘squirrelly.’ Can we get out now? Is there a time requirement on this shit, or is it enough that my dick and balls have inverted and are pushing against my stomach?”
“That means it’s time to get out.” I dragged Cullen toward the shore, only realizing belatedly that I’d slipped my hand into his as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
We took an Uber back to my place and burst through my door into the welcome heat of the apartment.
“Hot shower?” I suggested.
Cullen nodded emphatically. “Fuck yes. Know any techniques for getting my junk to descend again?”
“I might,” I teased and then shoved him down the hallway. “Was it really that bad?”
“Nah. And now you owe me, so it was well worth the temporary pain.”
“I figured that was gonna come up soon. What do you want?”
“I’m gonna think about it for a while, and I’ll let you know.” Cullen arched a mischievous brow as we stopped at the end of the bed to strip off our clothing, and I didn’t miss the hungry way his gaze roved over me. I was probably doing the same. My time back in Denver was limited—hell, my time participating in this charade was limited—and I was trying to maximize it without thinking too long on what the coming months held.
I stepped forward, trailing the tips of my fingers down his firm abdomen to his stiffening cock. “Guess we don’t need to take you to a doctor after all. Looks like you’re recovering just fine.” I cupped his balls and squeezed with a gentle tug, and Cullen let out a quiet curse when I stroked back up his shaft and smoothed my palm over his velvety head, smearing the gathering precum. I wanted to turn him around right there, spread him open, or let him push me to my knees and feed me his cock.
“You’re making me forget all my plans,” he murmured, leaning in and brushing a kiss over my lips before he pushed me away. “Get your ass in the shower.”
I was rock hard and aching as we made our way into the shower, taking a few moments to share the steamy warmth of the spray. I pulled Cullen closer, gliding my hands over the hard lines of his body, his hard cock brushing against mine in a tantalizing tease. “Tell me what to do. Tell me what you want.”
“I think you have an idea.” His half-lidded eyes met mine, the lazy smirk on his lips making my heart rate spike. “Turn around.”
When I did, his hands moved across my back, his lips across my shoulders, the nape of my neck. My eyes fell shut, a tingle zipping up my spine and radiating from every spot his lips or fingers touched. I caught the scent of my soap in the air just before he slid slippery fingers along the seam of my ass, gliding lower until he was circling my hole, then tugging on my balls.