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Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Fixer Brothers Construction Co Series by Raleigh Ruebins
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
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My heart was pounding. The faint sound of the evening crickets just began to fill the air, and even though the air had become chilly, my skin was still burning hot.

I was confused, too. But right now I didn’t think I cared much.

“You think I don’t want you?” I asked.

He swallowed. “I know you don’t.”

I reached out toward his good arm, grabbing his hand and pulling him forward toward me. I was tired of pussyfooting around. Tired of waiting. I needed to touch him, needed to show him how I meant exactly what I told him, like I needed the fucking air I breathed.

This time, he kissed me again before I even made a move toward his face.

He pressed his lips to mine, shoving forward like he was trying to claim me.

Please. Yes.

Claim me.

Do whatever the fuck you want to me.

I breathed deep, pulling in a breath of his warm vanilla scent. I didn’t have to be confused when I was close to him like this. I didn’t think about what was going on with me, or why I wanted it.

Because his lips tasted like exactly what I wanted. His plush mouth, so hungry for the kiss that I desperately wanted to give him. I could tell he’d had more to drink at home because he tasted like whiskey again, the same as he had the other night. I was like Pavlov’s fucking dog because I swore one taste of him activated every cell in my body, turning me on like nothing else could right now.

His tongue was against my lips. I parted them for him, letting my tongue slide out on his. Hot and wet and everything I wanted, and I didn’t give a damn what it meant. The firm warmth of his hand landed against my hip, gripping me like he was holding on for dear life.

More.

All I wanted was more.

I closed what distance was left between our bodies, pressing the front of my body right up against his.

I’m kissing him again.

I’m fucking kissing another dude, and I’m so into it I might explode.

I knew I was rutting up against his thigh, and I knew damn well he must be able to feel just how hard I was.

Emmett Waycott was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Such a challenge, and such a reward.

“You,” I said, my voice heavy with breath as I broke off from the kiss. I hung near his face, locking eyes with him, the air between us electric.

“Thought you hated me,” he said, his voice low. “Thought all you wanted was to be a big fucking pain in my ass. Ruin my career. Destroy me—”

“Shut up,” I said, trying to pull him further toward the front door of his house. “Now will you let me help you with that arm?”

“No reason I couldn’t do it myself, but if it makes you feel like a man, then sure, Storm,” he said, knowing damn well he was trying to push my buttons again, now.

“Doesn’t make me feel like a man,” I murmured, running my hand along the side of his face. “But kissing you does.”

I caught a lock of his hair, and it felt so impossibly smooth under my fingers.

“So you like it because of some power fantasy, huh?”

“I like it because it feels good. And I think you do, too.”

His eyes flickered between mine, some mixture of frustration and lust on his face. “It feels good.”

I nodded. “Mmhmm.”

We hung in silence for a moment before he pulled in a slow breath, breaking my gaze. He headed over toward his front door, which now had a fall wreath on the front of it, complete with plenty of golden leaves and branches and red flowers.

He pushed open the front door and headed in. I followed behind, instantly being met with the smell of delicious apple-cinnamon. His Husky, Pepper, ran up to greet us, and I gave her some love and pets.

“You really went all out with the fall stuff tonight, didn’t you?”

“I do it every year.”

The front door swung shut with a click behind us, and I followed him down the short entryway toward the living room. It was astonishing how different Emmett’s house was from mine, even though they were next door to each other. He’d turned this house into a peaceful, spa-like sanctuary type of place, with plenty of sleek wood, ambient lighting, and modern decorations.

A short step led us up toward the living room, which had a fireplace that was burning and a long, L-shaped couch.

Through the living room was a side bathroom, and Emmett took out a first-aid kit that was well-stocked.

Finally, he let me help him. He didn’t say much and didn’t complain, and I washed off his cut, which was much less bad than it had initially looked. The bleeding had already stopped, and after cleaning it and wrapping it in gauze, I knew it would be fine within a couple of days.


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