Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“I was happy when I was with you guys.”
We were looking at each other then, Kellan’s sea-green eyes firmly on mine. And he was close, so fucking close. His fingers started to move on my hips, pushed under my shirt so he was touching me, skin to skin. My brain had no say in the matter, and then my hands were lifting and I was cupping his face, brushing my thumbs against his cheekbones.
Fuck…what in the hell were we doing?
Kellan answered my silent question by leaning in and brushing his lips against mine. Just that quickly, my mouth was open and I was dipping my tongue inside his, tasting him and swallowing his groans. He pushed against me, his cock along mine, rubbing, and fuck, it went to my head and I was kissing him harder, tangling my hands in his hair until he pulled back and tried to go to his knees. “Kell…”
“It’s okay. I love sucking guys off. I’m a lot better than I was at eighteen.”
It was that last part that woke me up, and my dick was going to hate me because when he tried to lower himself again, I stopped him. “We can’t.”
“Why not? You obviously want it.” His eyes darted toward my bulge.
“You know why.”
“Griff? Jesus fucking Christ, grow a pair already, Chase. He’s my brother, not my fucking owner. If I want to blow someone, I’ll blow them. If we want to hook up, we can hook up.”
“It’s not that easy for me. You and Griff are the only family I have. I can’t lose that, and you know we would. What would happen when Griff found out? When shit went sideways? I don’t really do the relationship thing.” Because I sure as shit wasn’t ever going to open myself up to losing someone I cared about, and definitely not when it was Kellan or Griff.
“Um…what about me trying to blow you on your back deck made you think I was looking for a relationship? I just wanted to suck cock.”
“Oh God.” I rubbed my hands over my face. “I can’t get used to you saying shit like that.”
“Now that is a good reason for us not to do this. If you can’t handle me talking about liking dick, you still see me as a little brother.”
In some ways I did…but in others I sure as fuck didn’t. Because I wanted him. Wanted him so damn bad, I could hardly breathe. I felt the same thing at twenty-two. The same way when I’d thought about him over the years.
“Let’s just…sit down. I want to finish having this meal with you, and then we’re going to watch Nightmare on Elm Street because that was your favorite as a kid.”
Kellan frowned. “You remember that?”
“Yeah, because it was weird. Even back then it was an old-ass movie. It’s basically ancient now.”
“Older scary movies are the best. You have so much to learn.”
“Sit down.” I rolled my eyes at him playfully.
“No, I don’t think I will. You cook. I’m going into your bathroom to rub one out real quick, since someone can’t finish me.”
“Oh, I could make you come so hard, your brain melted,” fell out of my mouth.
“But you won’t, so I’m going to do it myself.”
“Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack.” With that, Kellan went inside, and I was left standing there dumbfounded. Holy fuck. Kellan was going to my bathroom to jerk off, and all I could think was what a fucking idiot I was for not going with him, or doing it for him, or getting on my knees for him.
Grumbling, I continued cooking, and he came back a few minutes later, his bulge gone and a smile on his face again. Fucking Kellan Caine would be the death of me. I had lost my mind and passed up a really good opportunity.
We talked about random shit as I made our dinner—places I’d been, things I’d done, and Kellan told me more about his shop and his art.
We were sitting down and eating together when he cleared his throat and asked, “Have you seen your dad yet?”
“No.” I shook my head, feeling my gut twist up. I wasn’t looking forward to being reunited with him. “Being a cop here…it’s ironic. He’s going to lose his shit.”
“He doesn’t deserve to even speak to you, Chase. He never has. I hope you don’t forget it.”
“No,” I said quietly, watching him. “I won’t.”
And like always, I felt better. The Caine family had a way of doing that for me. Kellan maybe more so than the rest, even though I’d never let myself admit it until that moment.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kellan
I couldn’t believe how quickly I’d fallen into the trap of Chase Hawthorne again. Okay, maybe I could believe it because he was hot as hell and I’d known I wasn’t over him, but still. And how could I not want him when he was so vulnerable? I wasn’t sure most people saw that side of Chase, but I always had. Whether it was him comforting me after my parents’ death, or sticking up for me with bullies, or admitting to me he was bi because he knew it would help me come to terms with my own sexuality. It had always been those things that endeared Chase to me, and yes, it didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous.