Feuds and Reckless Fury Read Online K. Webster

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, M-M Romance, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
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“You keep tensing up.” He nips at my neck. “Relax. It’s too early for an anxiety attack. At least let me get some caffeine first.”

“What would you do…after?”

He sits up on his elbow, cocking a brow at me. Hooded blue eyes roam over my face as he studies me. Dark hair sticks up on one side, making him look stupidly hot for just waking up.

“After what?”

“After our imagined trek around the world,” I utter, my voice shaking slightly. “What is it you want to do?”

His brows crash together, and a dark look passes over his features. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me.”

“I used to…” He lets out a harsh breath. “I used to want to work with my dad at his company. I’d be able to work and also go to college at the same time.”

“But?”

“But I don’t think I want that anymore.”

“Because of him leaving your mom for my dad?”

His jaw clenches, and he nods. “He fucked up everything. Even my future. Now, I don’t know what else I would do. For so long, I just wanted to work with Dad.”

An ache forms in my chest for him. The separation of his parents hit him hard. It turned his world upside down and spat him out. He’s disoriented and unsure where to go now. I grab the back of his neck and pull him to me for a quick kiss. Neither of us seems to care about morning breath because, within seconds, he’s trying to eat me alive, grinding his dick against mine.

“You can be my assistant,” I tease, grinning against his lips as he devours me.

“Mmmm.”

“Or my muse. Just stand there and look pretty while I sculpt you.”

“Who’s going to buy sculptures of my dick?”

“You’d be surprised.”

We both laugh. He pulls away to retrieve the bottle of lube. After coating his fingers with the slickness, he starts licking on my nipple as he teases at my still-sore hole. I gasp as a finger pushes into me. It burns, but I’m already eager for more. Each time he bites my hardened nipple, a whiney sound escapes me that has him grinning against my skin.

“More,” I croak out. “Please.”

Two fingers are inside me this time, twisting and stretching and scissoring. It stings since I’m still raw from the last time, but I desperately need him again. Once he deems me ready, he sits up on his knees, generously lubing up his bare cock. Sapphire eyes lock onto mine as the fat crown of his dick replaces where his fingers were only moments ago. I whimper with each inch of progress he makes inside my tight body.

“We could fool them,” Canyon says, a lazy grin on his beautiful face. “Become roommates after school. They don’t have to know we love to fuck.” He punctuates those words with a hard thrust of his hips that makes me cry out. “It’ll be so domestic.”

I laugh, pulling him back to me for a heated kiss. “You’re a dreamer, Canyon Voss. And here I thought I was the artsy one with his head in the clouds.”

He retreats, his full lips parted, pink, and slightly swollen from our kissing. Fuck, I could stare at him all day, especially when he’s inside me and watching me like I’m the most exquisite thing he’s ever seen. His large hands slide to my thighs, pushing them back and spreading me apart even farther. I’m mesmerized by the starved expression on his face. He fucks into me slowly, watching how his dick slides in and out of my heat.

“I like being inside you,” he rasps out. “It feels fucking amazing.”

He picks up the pace, bucking harder and harder. I’m overcome with pleasure, and the need to touch myself is intense. I grab at my dick, but he swats it away. His hand wraps around my length, squeezing and tugging in time with how he fucks me. It doesn’t take long before cum spurts out of me, hot and furious. He makes a ragged sound, his eyes fluttering closed, and then warmth floods deep inside me. All strength leaves him, and he crashes against me, pinning me to the bed with his weight. His dick remains inside me, and I love it. I don’t want him to pull out. The connection between us is one I desperately need.

“We could get a dog,” I murmur, stroking my fingers along his sweaty, naked skin. “A bad one to distract our dads from the fact we’re not really roommates but boyfriends instead.”

“Or a bird or a gerbil,” he teases.

At the mention of a gerbil, a shudder wracks through me. Anything that remotely looks like a mouse gives me the heebie-jeebies.

“Got a thing against gerbils?” He lifts up so he can look at me, his dark brow arched in question.

“Mostly mice.” I dart my gaze away, shuddering at the thought of those things that used to terrorize me when I was a boy.


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