Fools (Licking Thicket #3) Read Online Lucy Lennox

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Licking Thicket Series by Lucy Lennox
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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We lay in a sweaty pile of heavy breathing for a few minutes before he pulled out. It was a horrible feeling. “Never thought I’d wish your dick was still in my ass,” I muttered, clenching around nothing.

He rolled to the side and ran a hand down the side of my cheek. “That’s what all the men say,” he said with a wink.

Sex was a messy business. For once in my life, I didn’t have to worry about being sweaty, stinky, slimy, or gross. Tucker was all those things too, and we’d never cared about that kind of stuff between us. He’d seen me covered in worse than spunk and had never blinked an eye.

I rolled over on top of him and mashed my sticky gut against him.

“Ew,” he said. “You’re covered in cold jizz.”

My jaw dropped open in surprise.

“I’m kidding,” he said, smacking my ass. “It’ll turn to glue in a few minutes, and then you’ll never be rid of me. That was my plan all along.”

I nestled into the side of his neck, suddenly feeling a little unsure. “That was okay?”

Tucker’s arms came around me and held me tightly. “You could have accidentally elbowed me in the balls and I still would have enjoyed having sex with you,” he said with a low chuckle. “There’s no world in which it would ever not be okay. The worst sex with you is above the best sex with anyone else.”

“You think you’re complimenting me, but you’re kinda saying it was bad,” I said into his collarbone.

The rumble of his laughter shook my chest. “There’s fishing and then there’s fishing, Dunn. You’re good at the first kind, but you suck at the other.”

I propped myself up so I could meet his eyes. “I’m being serious. Give me a ten scale and especially note any areas that need improvement. I’m not opposed to practicing over and over until I get it right.”

“Mm, let’s see. A ten scale… well, I don’t have any of those nice placards to hold up, so I’m just winging it here.”

“Needs must,” I offered.

“Ten out of ten for willing to hang in there even when the chips were down,” he said, putting a fingertip to his chin.

I nodded. “High tolerance for pain, and I ain’t no coward. What else?”

“Ten out of ten for midcoital love declaration,” he said, tapping his chin with the fingertip.

“Always a surefire move. The judges love it,” I agreed.

“I’m going to go with an eight out of ten for the little bit of early jitters, but you ended on a high note.”

I leaned in to kiss his grin. “I’ll say.”

His face was flushed a delicious pink, and the edges of his dark hairline were damp with sweat. His smile was infectious. “Not bad for a rookie.”

I reached under his arm to tickle the one spot that always drove him crazy, and we ended up wrestling across the bed until we fell to the floor in a heap of tangled limbs.

“Shower,” he demanded through heaving breaths. I was way bulkier than he was, so he never stood a chance when we wrestled. It was one of the things I loved about doing it.

I stood up and reached for him, yanking him up and smacking his ass. “Good game, son.”

“I’m concerned about the various role-playing situations you’ve alluded to just tonight,” he muttered as he marched his sexy ass in front of me to the bathroom.

“Your butt is so fucking tight,” I said. “And pale as shit. It’s so white, every time I catch a glimpse of it, I’m reminded no one else gets to see it but me. And that makes me wanna fuck it. Ooh! We could play cabana boy and rich tourist at a nudie resort.”

“We might not be sexually compatible,” he said with a frown of polite dismissal. “All this work just to discover your kinks were the deal breaker. Who would have expected such a turn of events? Shame.”

I leaned past him to turn on the water in the shower. “Not true. You actually like role-playing too. You know how I know?”

Tucker narrowed his eyes at me. “I don’t think I want to hear this.”

But he did. He really, really did. “Because I came over to your house to fix your garbage disposal the other day and deliberately wore my lowest-riding jeans and my tightest undershirt. Then I leaned over and watched you out of the corner of my eye, Dr. Pervert. And do you know what I saw?”

He let out a nervous chuckle. “Stop. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

“Mm, don’t think so. I saw a geeky little homeowner all a-flutter over his big strong handyman. He stared at that handyman’s ass crack until a little puddle of drool formed at the edge of his mouth.” I stepped into the shower and pulled Tuck with me, wrapping him up in my arms despite his struggle to evade my grasp. “And I decided right there and then that naughty little homeowners who imagine dicking down their handyman needed to be bent over the kitchen table and taught a lesson about manners. With my mouth. On your asshole.”


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