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)
“Stupid, but good.”
I could have gone without the stupid part.
“Your brother would kill me.”
“Can we not talk about Griff when I’m naked, in your bed, and my ass is sore from your cock? Jesus, Chase. Talk about a buzzkill.”
“Shit, you’re right. I just don’t want this to fuck anything up.”
With Griff. He didn’t want this to fuck anything up with Griffin. Not me. “It won’t. We got off. The novelty is gone. It won’t happen again. I sure as shit won’t tell anyone. I assume you won’t either.”
I was surprised when I felt his lips against my shoulder, then his tongue slide down my spine. “You taste so fucking good, Kell.”
“I’m sweating.”
“Maybe I like your sweat.”
“Gross.” But really, it was hot as fuck. I dug shit like that. I’d lick every drop of sweat off him. “Are you with men often?” I asked, and immediately regretted it.
“Sort of? I mean, I enjoy sex. I’m with women more, I would say.”
I didn’t know why, but that made me deflate some. He was bisexual, so obviously he enjoyed sex with women. I was sure Chase would end up married to a woman one day, if he ever got serious about anyone.
“Do you ever bottom?” I found myself asking.
“I have a couple of times. It wasn’t my favorite.” He kissed his way up my spine, then rolled me over. He leaned on his elbow as I lay on my back looking up at him. “Why do you ask?”
“Dunno. Just curious.” I wanted to know everything about him. If he still ate meat pizza and how he took his coffee in the morning. What his favorite color was and if he snored or liked to cuddle.
“Are you usually a top?” Chase asked.
“No.” I shook my head. “I’m vers, I guess, but I mostly like to bottom. I love being fucked. I was just being nosy.”
I almost died when he dipped his finger in the come on my stomach and sucked it into his mouth. “I’m bummed. This is a one-time thing, and we didn’t get to the handcuffs,” he said around a grin that settled in my chest. “Though like I said, I can have you more tonight.”
One-time thing.
Only tonight.
God, this had been stupid. So fucking stupid. What had I been thinking?
“Yeah, sorry. There’s a DO NOT ENTER sign on me for the rest of the night. You plowed me good.”
“Are you okay?” His brows pulled together, and I rolled my eyes.
“Yes, Dad. I’m fine.”
“That’s Officer Dad to you.” He winked.
“I should go,” I told him and tried to get up, but Chase didn’t let me.
“Stay. It’s late, and I can suck you again later. Plus, I’d have to take you back to town anyway. I need to be up early, so I can drive you then.”
Oh God, oh God, oh God. Chase Hawthorne was asking me to spend the night. In his bed. Maybe in his arms. I was so fucked. This was going to kill me. Still, I replied, “Okay.”
“I’ll go get something to clean you up.”
“No.” I shook my head. “Sex is supposed to be messy. Just turn out the light and get back into bed.”
He nodded and did as I asked. I figured we would simply lie there, but Chase pulled me close, wrapped his arm around me, and held me. He felt so good…so right. I wasn’t surprised when a single tear leaked out and rolled down my cheek.
“I had a good time with you, Kell.”
“I had fun too.”
He kissed the back of my head and went to sleep. I stayed up most of the night, then sneaked out of bed, got dressed, and got the hell out of there.
I jogged down the driveway, waiting until I got to the road to call Josh.
“Where are you?” he asked, without me having to tell him I needed him to come and get me.
I told him where Chase lived.
“Shit, Kell. I knew this would happen. I’ll be right there.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Chase
I’d been pissed when I’d woken up to find Kellan gone. With most of my hookups, we never spent the night. When overnights did happen, I’d been the one gone in the morning, or they’d been gone in the morning, and I’d been glad. There had also been hookups where I wished one of us had been gone by morning, but I’d never been angry to wake up alone.
This time I was annoyed as shit.
This was Kellan, and he was important to me, and that made this…different.
It hadn’t taken me long to realize there was more than anger there as well—there was disappointment. I had been hoping for a round two. I’d wanted to take Kellan in too many ways to count. We hadn’t gotten to use the cuffs, and I really wanted him to come in my mouth the way I’d done to him all those years ago.