Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
His hole tightened around me, my own orgasm right there, waiting to take over.
“Come on me. You can’t come in me, but I want you to come on me,” he said, and I pulled out. He moaned when I did. I ripped the condom off, this predatory need to take what was mine washing over me. I only had to jerk my cock twice before I shot my load all over Carter’s abs, cock, and balls.
He pulled me down on top of him, wrapped his legs and arms around me, petting my head and rubbing his hand up and down my back.
“That was…” He trailed off, as if unable to finish. He also didn’t need to.
“Yeah, I know.”
There was no doubt in my mind anymore. I knew I was fucked and so totally head over heels gone for Carter James.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Carter
I lounged in Sawyer’s bed as he showered off, preparing for another Monday at Fearless. The bathroom door opened, and he stepped out, wearing a polo that fit his arms nearly as well as his slacks shaped around his ass.
His gaze shifted to me, and a grin played across his lips. It looked as though he had just entertained some particularly mischievous thought.
“What?” I asked.
“Just enjoying the way you look in my bed.”
I glanced myself over quickly before acknowledging, “Seems like you’re just enjoying that I’m naked and on top of the covers.”
“Same difference.” He approached and crawled across the comforter. He moved over me, resting at my side as my lips welcomed his. His damp bangs pushed up against my forehead, his cheeks still warm from his shower. I breathed in the mint from his mouthwash combined with a hint of aftershave.
I could get used to this.
What was I thinking? I was already getting used to it—loving it, really.
Nothing was better than those mornings when I woke up trying to remember where I was—LA, some other city or country—only to realize: no, I was in Naughty Sawyer’s bed, with him sleeping right beside me.
“Mmm,” I moaned. “Carter might need another quick fuck before Naughty Sawyer heads off to work.”
His rising smile tickled my cheeks. “I think it’s only fair, considering I’m going to be busy all week.”
One of his employees had come down with the flu, so he was filling in for her. That meant on top of covering his own shifts, so he had more than his share of work cut out for him.
“Just don’t forget I need some Sawyer time. I’m fairly greedy for it.”
“Well, how about Friday we have a date night?”
“A date night?” I sounded more excited than I’d intended, but about as excited as I really felt.
“Yeah. I think we’ve been too secluded. I’ve practically chained you to the bed for the past few weeks. We have the nights when we hang with the gang, but I want to have a date with you and then come back and—”
“Chain me to the bed? Do I need to stop by the hardware store before Friday?”
He laughed the sort of lighthearted laugh I never would have imagined Sawyer being capable of until we’d started seeing each other.
“Date night on Friday sounds great,” I said, being more serious. “But in the meantime, let me know if you need me to come in. I’m sure I can figure out how to help customers find books.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Sawyer said. “With Cam coming in for a few hours here and there, it won’t be any different than when I first opened the store. I might look into hiring more staff soon.”
His remark reminded me of what a good brother Camden was to him. Sawyer was lucky to have him. Or really, they were lucky to have each other.
“Speaking of family, are you planning to call your mom this week?” Sawyer asked.
It had been just over three weeks since we’d met with her, and I hadn’t spoken to her since.
“No. I need time to sort through that a bit. I know I will call her at some point. She’s my mom, for Christ’s sake. But I’m not ready. Still feels like she chose some bastard over her own son, but I’ll find a way through it. It just can’t keep on going like this—her only seeming to want me in her life when she needs me for something.”
Sawyer’s gaze sank before meeting mine once again. “I can see why you feel that way, but even from my limited time with the two of you, it seems like you know, deep down, that she really does love you.”
“Yeah, I do,” I said, then opted for a subject change. “But way to kill my hard-on.”
He glanced down at my cock. “Oh no. I ruined it, didn’t I? What are we going to do about that?”
He kissed me again, quickly offering me that familiar sensation of relief. Then he kissed his way down to my chin, to my neck. He bit gently, tugging at the flesh before kissing his way down to my cock, which he took into his mouth.