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Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
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A faint smile curls his lips.

The cool water laps at my bare skin as I float there in front of him, mesmerized by his dreamy gaze. He’s always had this way of putting me completely at ease, no matter what. Jimmy Strong makes you know you’re in his circle without doing a thing at all. Just floating right here in front of him in the middle of summer’s sweetest oblivion, Jimmy makes me know I belong in this moment, in this place, with this special guy.

He’s made sure no one comes near me who will hurt me.

He’s made sure I’m always safe and taken care of.

He’s always been my—

“Protector,” I murmur.

Jimmy lifts an eyebrow and makes a deep grunt: “Hmm?”

“First word that comes to mind when I think of you.”

He gives it a moment’s thought. His eyes never leave mine. “Is that so? Protector? You think I protect you?”

“I sure do.”

After another moment passes, his arms come out of the water and rest over my shoulders. “I think it’s gonna come soon that you are gonna need to protect me.”

I love the feeling of his arms on my shoulders, bringing his face so close to mine. I’m his one and only man. “Protect you?”

“Yep.”

“How?”

“There’s things I don’t know. Lots of things. About how all of this works. Between two guys.”

Under the water, my hands find his hips. Our lower bodies have gravitated together, the wet, swelling underwater bulges of our underwear pressed against each other’s.

“Like, what I’m supposed to do,” he goes on. “And what I need to be careful of. Or whatever.”

“As usual, you’re worryin’ too much, Jimmy. There isn’t some special list of things you gotta do.”

“Yeah, but—”

“You just do what you want. You just do what feels right.”

Jimmy shrugs. “Alright.”

Then his arms close around me, and with me locked firmly against his body, Jimmy brings his soft, warm lips right to mine.

Our bare chests press against one another’s.

He tilts his head to get a better angle, working the kiss with strength and muscularity. I feel his jaw tighten on every kiss he presses to my lips.

Blood rushes through my body. My heart beats with hunger. Every tip of my toes and fingers are charged at once as I cling to his body. I can’t get close enough to it as we kiss.

Jimmy takes what he wants when he wants it.

Is now an inappropriate time to mention how, ever since the beginning, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be one of Jimmy Strong’s ever-so-lucky girlfriends?

To be on the receiving end of one of Jimmy Strong’s passion-filled, hyper-aggressive, power-packed kisses?

To be the object of Jimmy’s boundless adoration?

And here I am, once again living my own dream.

His hands slide off my shoulders, then hungrily drag down my sides under the water, coming to rest at the small of my back.

I have never really taken time to appreciate how big Jimmy’s hands are. They are so big and strong and commanding.

And they are all over me.

And his strength is proven the next moment when he takes hold of my hips and pulls our crotches even tighter against each other, humping me with mounting aggression.

He is rock hard.

So am I.

As if it’s physically possible to not be hard in a situation like this.

When our lips separate, our heads are still together, touching at the forehead. His eyes are in another world every time he opens them onto my face, out of breath, water still dripping down his cheeks and off the wispy, curled ends of his wet hair.

“You’re, like, the perfect teammate,” he murmurs.

I have no hope to follow Jimmy’s sex-drunk logic. “What?”

“You and I. We’re … We’re like the perfect teammates.” He kisses me again. “On a team.” Another kiss. “Just you and me.”

“Yeah? What sport?”

“Not important.” Another deep and breathless kiss. “It doesn’t matter what game we play. We always—”

“Yeah?”

“We always win.”

He kisses me again.

Before I know it, my back is pressed against the edge of the pool. Jimmy’s big hands have worked their fingers under the wide waistband of my boxer-briefs. He grips the top of my ass cheeks powerfully, holding me in place as he makes love to my lips.

Suddenly I’m doing the same. My fingers have been teasing at the rim of his tight, skimpy underwear. I let them slip underneath it, gently teasing the tiny things down his hips.

I know his dick is freed when he humps me under the water, then parts his lips against my face with a sigh of relief.

I grip him under the water.

Jimmy pulls away and stares at my face, his eyes drunk with the lust exploding between us.

“See?” I smile. “You just do whatever feels good.”

I give his hard cock a stroke under the water.

Jimmy moans.

“Whatever you want,” I go on softly, my voice barely there.

Then I give him another stroke.


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