Friction (Gravity #1) Read Online Kindle Alexander

Categories Genre: Erotic, M-M Romance, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Gravity Series by Kindle Alexander
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
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“Good luck today,” I murmured, “Get inside your car so I can go inside.”

“Mr. Beau,” Amelia’s cheerful voice echoed from the porch. “I’m so happy to see you.”

I couldn’t resist the beam I gave. She was like a warm hug on this chilly day.

“I have to go,” Dash called, waving at Amelia, already halfway to his car. “Amelia, we’re a couple now. He’s moving in with me.” He shot me a wink, tossing his bookbag in the backseat. “Come kiss me goodbye. Pretend you’ll miss me. I’ll miss you.” He motioned for me to follow him to the driver’s side. Both my body and my brain propelled me to him. They left me no choice in the matter.

“I thought I kissed you enough last night,” I teased quietly. Dash stood with the car door open, waiting for me. I kissed him quickly with hints of passion. Perhaps Amelia saw us or heard the conversation, I wasn’t sure.

My insecurity was shedding off me in waves.

His hand patted my chest. “That was yesterday. This is today. Last night, you set the standard of expectation.” He pursed his lips tighter. I obliged and kissed him again. “We’re in the honeymoon phase.”

“Go to school,” I said at his silliness, fixing the straps on my shoulder to keep the bags from falling forward. “Do well on your test.”

“Always.” The confidant, cocky expression spoke more of truth than arrogance.

“I’ll be here holdin’ down the fort, job-huntin’. Go so you can get home faster.” I started nodding and moving away from the car toward the front door. He had the classic, old school Hollywood actor appearance and charm. Dash’s indecision played out in different expressions on his adorable face. He battled whether to go or stay. I easily read him.

Amelia’s soft chuckle drew me her way again. She appeared genuinely excited to see me. It felt good to be wanted. The dry winter grass crunched under my feet as I went her way.

No matter how I tried, last night stayed in the forefront of my mind. I’d be waiting for Dash to return, naked in his bed. I’d also think about bottoming. Dash’s many suggestions that I needed to try kept running through my head. I’d figure it out soon enough, but not today.

The warm flush on my cheeks intensified as sling-shot images flashed inside my head. Last night, I sucked dick and swallowed like a pro, so did Dash. It felt like something we’d be doing a lot. It wasn’t near as intrusive as I suspected when Dash’s finger played inside my ass.

“You’re back, just like he said you’d be,” Amelia said, smiling brightly, moving out of the way to let me by. “Hurry inside. You look cold.” She misinterpreted what was happening to me. I was hot. Steaming hot. “Dash said you like eggs and bacon—less carbs—but I made you my mother’s special recipe pancakes. It’s a good morning that you’re back.”

Stepping inside the house felt like the place I was meant to be. The feeling of belonging was so special I’d happily eat those pancakes. “My mom makes a mean pancake too. I love those things. Do I have time to put these in Dash’s room?”

“Absolutely, I’ll start them now.”

She went one way. I went the other. I was twelve hours into happiness. It felt damn good.

In the place between awake and asleep, something tickled my nose. I did my best to ignore it, telling my brain to shut it off. Exhaustion was a bitch that owned me right now. Of course the nuisance didn’t listen. The brush came again, this time across my cheek. I should turn. Whatever bothered me would be disrupted, but I couldn’t make myself move. Dash was cupped against my body, and I didn’t want to disturb him.

The way his heavy breaths came in slow, long intervals, I doubted he’d wake.

The flicker happened again. I opened my eyelids. The room was dark, cozy, and warm with the fans circulating the air. Realization dawned as I glanced down. Dash’s silky hair against my face was the culprit. That was an easy enough problem to fix if only I had a hand to use, but both my arms were wrapped securely around Dash, who clung to them tightly.

Since I’d rather cut my arms off than move from his hold, I had a problem. Only then did I register the strong urge to go to the bathroom. The stakes changed. I drew in a deep breath, and with as little disruption as possible, I untangled from Dash’s hold and scooted from the warm blankets. I instantly changed my mind about the warmth in the room. The chill went through me in an instant. The eerie sounds of wind blew like a blizzard outside. The protectively covered palm trees bent under the assault of the weather.


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