For the Cameras (Fixer Brothers Construction Co #6) Read Online Raleigh Ruebins

Categories Genre: M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Fixer Brothers Construction Co Series by Raleigh Ruebins
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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I’d expected Chase to be detached, removed, or almost emotionless. But he was a kaleidoscope of expression, all the time. He made me feel like I mattered as a person, not just as a person with a cock he wanted to ride.

God, I wanted him to ride it again.

I was a confused, horny, desperate mess. I shifted on the couch and tried to force myself to fall asleep thinking about nothing, but instead my mind was full of images of him. The way he looked at me from under his lashes, like he was flirting without even knowing he was doing it. The way he took my cock, almost begging for more.

The way he’d been all embarrassed when his family had called him earlier tonight, and how all I’d wanted to do was cover him in kisses and make him realize how he had nothing to be ashamed of at all.

I loved that he was right here next to me.

I drifted off into a sleep laced with dreams of blue hair and blue eyes and so much desire it almost hurt.

The next time I woke up, I turned over to look and no one was there.

I knew I should have expected that.

I hummed, blinking in the now very bright, direct sunlight pouring into my living room. I reached for my phone on the table and saw that it was a little past seven in the morning, and the Fixer Brothers crew would be here by eight.

I breathed in deep, sitting up on the couch.

This was normal. I knew I shouldn’t have a hollow, empty feeling waking up without Chase next to me, because Chase wasn’t going to be waking up next to me. He had every right to leave, because that’s what “no strings attached” meant, anyway.

I glanced at the coffee table and saw that there was a note, scrawled out on a scrap of cardboard from the kitchen renovations.

Adam,

Had fun last night. Sorry I fell asleep on the couch, but hope you have a good morning. See you soon.

-Chase

I rubbed my palm over my eyes, still trying to blink away the sleep.

It wasn’t exactly the warmest note I’d ever read, but it was nice that Chase thought to leave one at all.

Because he doesn’t owe you anything, I reminded myself.

I got up, showered, and grabbed a protein bar from my makeshift cabinet-pantry at the side of the kitchen. I knew I wasn’t going to be needed for any of the renovation filming today, so I could throw myself into my work upstairs or even head into the office if I wanted to.

I had to focus on something other than last night.

And, actually, I had a pretty good idea of what I could do to truly get my mind off of things and take care of the morning wood that appeared without warning under my pants.

I headed upstairs, knowing I only had a short window of time to take care of it. I forgot about all of the lighting and camera tips and went back into my default mode, just grabbing my phone camera and pointing it at myself.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and hit record, gripping my cock and stroking it for the video.

“This is for you,” I said without thinking.

When the camera was recording me, I became… myself. Not the guy who fumbled socially, who never knew what to say, who was a shy wallflower who’d rather be alone.

In my videos, it didn’t matter. I said what I wanted. And this morning, I knew what I wanted to say.

“I had dreams about you, all night,” I murmured as I filmed my cock. I was already throbbing, and it was a good thing I needed to be quick because I was going to be quick, whether I liked it or not. “Nobody gets me hard like you do.”

Images of Chase filled my mind, unbidden. I didn’t want to think about him in particular, but all I could imagine was the feeling of his body pressed up near mine. The feeling of his lips on me.

“You know this cock is yours, whenever you want it. And you know I wish this was your lips wrapped around it. Fuck, you would be so perfect. I’m going to come for you. I’m yours—”

I broke off as I came quicker than I ever had for a video. I would have been embarrassed if I hadn’t been so damn turned on.

It had been better when I’d recorded with him, though.

I didn’t want to admit it. I didn’t want to imagine a life where he disappeared from my world, the moment my kitchen renovations were over.

But I didn’t know what other future there could be.

I stopped recording and lay back on my bed for a few breaths, listening to the faint sound of the birds chirping up a storm outside my balcony doors, coming back down to Earth. I hopped in the shower and quickly washed up before heading back downstairs.


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