Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I started kissing him again, dropping light ones in a trail from his lips, past the old key, and down to his belly again until I was finally ready to take his cock in my mouth.
The crown was purple and lush, and my tongue tested the ridge around it while I waited to hear his reaction. I was rewarded with a whoosh of relief and excitement before I took his entire length into my mouth.
“Holy shit,” he cried. “Dear god, don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”
I smiled around his cock before looking up at him and trying to tell him with my eyes that I was nowhere near ready to stop. In fact, quite the opposite. I had half a mind to edge him.
Once he saw the look on my face, he squeezed his eyes closed and dropped his head back onto the bed with a groan. His hands moved slowly from my hair to my cheeks and cupped gently around my jaws as I continued to lavish his gorgeous dick with attention.
I don’t know how long it went on for, but every time Augie got close to shooting, I backed off until all that was left of him was the whimpering of my name and a string of whispered pleas repeated over and over again.
I moved my mouth up next to the shell of his ear and brushed my lips over it, setting off a violent shudder in him. “You need to come, baby?” I whispered into his ear as I clasped my large hand around his cock and pulled once.
That’s all it took. He came with a strangled cry, hot fluid shooting across his stomach and all over my hand as I kept jacking him off through his release. More shudders racked his body as more spurts coated his abdomen. I’d thought I could hold off my own release until he was finished, but seeing him come apart pushed me over the edge. I reached a hand down to my own cock, using the slick fluid of Augie’s release to glide up and down on my shaft until I groaned and came onto his belly as well.
I couldn’t help but stare at the combined pools of our semen on his skin and rub it in to somehow cement this moment in time onto his body.
“Saint,” he breathed at last.
He was watching me from under heavy-lidded eyes, and I could tell he was within seconds of drifting off but was fighting it.
I leaned down to brush a light kiss over his mouth. “It’s okay. Let go. I’ll get you cleaned up,” I said softly.
His lips turned up in a half smile before he closed his eyes and surrendered.
Chapter 25
Augie
When my phone alarm went off, I woke up alone in my bed, which was surprising in and of itself until a second later when I remembered the large warm body that had been beside me the night before. My arm slid over to test the temperature of the sheets, and I wasn’t surprised to find them cold. But I felt the weight of a rock land in my gut all the same.
He hadn’t stayed. Of course he hadn’t.
Now I knew what it felt like when someone was more than just a Grindr hookup but still ducked out before morning. Empty and cold. Rejected in a way that fucked with my head. Because I knew we didn’t have a relationship of any kind. It was a hookup for god’s sake. Saint didn’t owe me anything.
I rubbed my face and sat up, turning to hang my legs off the edge of the bed before standing. The cool air of the room hit my bare skin, making me shiver, and just as I was getting ready to head to the bathroom to shower, the doorbell rang.
I threw on the clothes I’d grabbed and raced to answer the door. It was Dean from the auto shop. The disappointment I felt at it not being Saint returning from some rom-com jaunt to the bakery for morning-after croissants was palpable.
God, I was pathetic.
“Mr. Wilde asked me to make sure you had your vehicle back this morning, sir,” he said with a polite smile. “I figured I’d swing by and give you a ride to the garage since you’re on my way. Sorry it took so long to get you all fixed up. That first piece of window glass broke during delivery or we would have had you all fixed up in just a day. Hope you can give Spike’s Auto another chance to earn your business.”
“Certainly. I understand when things don’t go the way you want. Sometimes you just have to roll with it.”
After grabbing my phone and wallet and locking up the house, I followed him to his truck.
Rather than go back home to shower and face the bed’s rumpled evidence of the night before, I used the bathroom in the upstairs shop apartment. Once put together again, I dragged my depressed, rejected ass downstairs to the shop and tried my best to focus. My cell phone became surgically attached to my palm all day, and I was embarrassed to admit even to myself how often I checked it for a message from Saint, but there was nothing.