Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“I can. Let me take a look at your injuries.”
We head into the bathroom, and I pull up his shirt, seeing the red welts on his torso where that asshole got him.
“Fuckin’ A,” he groans.
“Let me get you some frozen vegetables,” I say as I head out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.
“You need them just as much as I do,” Tim reminds me.
“Trust me, the way my fucking face is about to explode, I know I do.”
I grab a pack of peas and hand it to him. Then put a pack of corn on my face.
“Goddammit,” I hiss.
Brody gave us a ride back, and we plan to Uber to Tim’s bike tomorrow.
We head into the shower together, Tim clinging to me as though he nearly lost me tonight.
His grip is so tight.
“I’m fine,” I remind him.
“You scared the shit out of me. I’m sorry. I know it’s not your fault. I know it was those assholes, but when I saw you lying there. For a minute, I was fucking terrified.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I should’ve—”
“It was my decision to get in the way when those guys came out.”
But as I look at him, his expression cold, I know he’s just thinking about himself—that if this wasn’t the life he was leading, then this would never have happened to me.
“Hey, hey,” I say, grabbing his face and forcing him to look at me. “I’m here, and I’m okay.”
He looks over my face, like it looks more concerning than I realize.
He frowns and sets his hand on the side of my neck.
“If I could find those guys, I would—”
“Keep your cool because this isn’t something worth getting arrested over.”
He moves forward to kiss me, but I recoil.
“It’s gonna hurt,” I remind him.
His gaze shifts down as though he’s disappointed.
“Just be careful,” I urge.
He moves forward, inching his way to me until his lips are right in front of my forehead.
“This looks like a safe spot,” he says, offering a soft peck.
No pain. If anything, relief shoots from the place where his lips touch and radiates outward, offering ease to those parts of my face that feel like they’re fucking screaming, my nerves asking what the fuck I was doing tonight.
“How about here?” he asks when he moves to another spot, this time on my cheek.
He’s getting close to the painful spots, and I know it’s on purpose.
His light kiss offers a bit more ease. Or maybe that’s the hydrocodone working. Whatever the reason, I don’t want him to stop.
“And here?” he kisses my chin, and I close my eyes.
This reminds me of the day we were in the shower. When he said he wanted us to escape to our own little island.
I want that right now.
I want to have him close to me like this, offering these gentle kisses to me forever. Although I know I need the sex too.
“I know where you’re really not hurting,” his whispers, and his warm breath envelopes my face and brings me such ease.
He kisses down my neck and my body, licking and nipping as he makes his way to my cock, which grows as he nears it.
God, how does he fucking do this to me? How does he drive my body so fucking insane like this?
I relax as he does what he does best, and the way he pleases me mixed with the painkiller he gave me makes me forget about the pain in my face briefly as another pressure builds within my balls.
23
TIM
I wake, clinging to Mark.
After I blew him, I came on his stomach and then we cleaned up again before heading to bed. The morning light shines across his pretty face. His eyes closed, I can see the welts around his face from the blows he took.
My abs are already turning purple. Those guys were a lot of things, but they sure as fuck weren’t weak.
I kiss him softly on the back of his neck, hoping not to wake him.
Even holding him this close, being next to him like this isn’t enough.
I want to be inside him. I want to be pushing into him and knowing we’re as close as we can possibly be.
It was all my fucking fault.
That’s the only thought that keeps replaying through my mind right now. If I hadn’t been at that party last night, Mark wouldn’t have gotten hurt and I wouldn’t have this nagging pain in my gut—one I know isn’t caused by the welts on my abdomen.
It reminds me of why we’re not a good idea.
His whole deal coming into this was he didn’t want to get hurt, and now look what I’ve fucking done. The fucking mess I’ve made of things.
I’ve hurt him.
Bad.
If I wasn’t in his life, he’d be lying in bed with some nice kid. Someone who’d take care of him.