Fired Up Read Online Riley Hart (Fever Falls #1)

Categories Genre: Funny, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Fever Falls Series by Devon McCormack
Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
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“What about you? Have you fallen for me?” The questions just sort of fell from my tongue, like I didn’t have any say in the matter. Beau groaned, a sound I was familiar with. “I sense some avoidance coming from you in five…four…three…two…”

“Funny.”

“I’ve already gotten you to admit you like me. I’m totally going to make you admit you’re falling for me too.”

“Aren’t they the same thing?” Beau asked.

“No, a hundred percent different, but you just answered me. Don’t worry, Campbell. I’m basically irresistible.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.”

“Not yet, and when we get there, I’ll be careful not to hurt you.”

A laugh jumped out of Beau’s mouth, so deep and hardy that he almost choked. Obviously, that made me laugh too, and that was basically how we spent the rest of the ride home. Thank fuck for that because there was a part of me that wanted to tell him this was the best night I’d had in years, that he made me feel a part of something. That I was falling for him, or hell, maybe I’d already taken a fucking nosedive off the cliff, without my damn parachute, and I wasn’t sure I’d survive the fall.

But instead we laughed, and then I dragged him into my house and we showered together. There was something else on my mind, of course, because I’d watched gay porn last night and realized I wanted my tongue in his ass. That was sort of a big deal.

And a whole hell of a lot easier to say than the whole freefalling-off-a-cliff-for-him thing. So when we went back to my room, both smelling like the ocean from the new soap I bought, I said, “Funny story…I watched some gay porn last night. Blew my load all over my laptop. You might owe me a new keyboard.”

Beau whipped around to face me, his eyes damn near bugging out of his head. He seemed to get a hold of himself, so instead of mentioning the fact that I watched porn, he said, “Why do I owe you a laptop?”

“Because it was firefighter porn, which means I was thinking about you. Hence it being your fault. I’ll send you the bill.”

He laughed a deep, happy sound that radiated into my chest. Fucking Beau Campbell. He stepped closer to me, then closer again, the color of his eyes darkening and sparking with lust. “You watched firefighter porn without me?”

“Yes. I might need you to wear those yellow pants and suspenders for me sometime—with nothing else, by the way. Fucking hell, Campbell, it’s sexy.”

“Turnout pants?” Beau grinned, flicked my towel open, and yep, my no longer broken cock was already hard as steel.

“Did the firefighter get on his knees?” Beau asked as he began to lower himself.

My dick screamed at me, like silently yelled, Stop! What the fuck are you doing? We love head! but I ignored it, grabbed his arm, and didn’t let him move. “No…well, I mean yes, but that’s not where I’m going with this.” Because I wanted to taste him…and I wanted to do something for Beau. Everything about us felt lopsided, like he gave and I took, and I didn’t want that with him.

This time it was me who opened his towel, my eyes on his chest, then down to the hard rod between his legs. It jerked as though he felt my stare like a caress, and yeah, I wanted that in my mouth too. “I’m basically planning on devouring you. I want you in my mouth, Campbell. Wanna know what it’s like to suck you…then I thought…” The words stuck in my mouth like glue. Why the fuck couldn’t I say it? This was me.

Instead I reached around him, cupped his ass, teased his crack with my finger.

“You wanna eat my ass?”

For some reason, his bluntness surprised me, making me blink a few times. “Yeah, I do.”

“You’re not going to hear me argue with that.”

Before I could respond, Beau’s mouth went down on mine. His tongue seduced my lips, and I opened for him, craved him, wanted him inside. He pushed me backward onto the bed, in a way no one had ever done to me except for him, and it made my cock throb.

He buried his face in my neck, sucked the skin there, rubbed his stubble against me.

“Christ, touching you melts my damn brain,” I said huskily as I grabbed his ass, pulling him tighter against me. As good as Beau felt on top of me—his weight and his muscle—I wanted this to be about him. Okay, and maybe about me too, but in a different way than it typically was. I wanted him to feel good, and I wanted to be the one to do it. I wanted to know his body, his taste, experience him in ways unique to us.


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