Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I, uh, yeah. We’re good.”
Her blond brow hikes up. “I can tell when I’m being avoided. Is he good to you? He doesn’t hurt you, does he?”
“Nah,” I say with a chuckle. “I could take Mike. He’s great.”
This relaxes Kelsey and she nods. “Good. Maybe we ought to invite him to supper on Wednesday. If there’s anything we can do to help make the transition easier, I want to help.”
“We don’t need help,” I bite out sharply.
Roux glowers at me. “Roan!”
Kelsey simply shakes her head. “Tough luck, kiddo. In this family, you don’t get a choice. We help whether you like it or not. Right, Hollis?”
He smirks at me. “Yep.”
It’s then I realize where he got his annoying do-gooder attitude. Hell, even Ms. Frazier is that way, offering to let me do jobs here to get tutoring for Roux. They’re all so nice. It’s a little jarring considering I haven’t been exposed to anything good in regard to family.
Roux is once again all smiles as she tells Kelsey about a test she aced. Kelsey and Karen both praise her. It warms me to my fucking soul to see Roux getting the attention she deserves.
It’s gonna hurt when all this goes away.
Good things always go away.
At least in Roux’s and my life they do.
“Hop in the shower. You smell like a barnyard animal,” I instruct Roux once we walk into our living room of our garage apartment.
“Punk,” Roux says with a huff. She obeys, though, and bounds off toward her room.
Fuck, she has a room.
I’m still blown away by that fact.
“I guess I’ll go,” Hollis murmurs from behind me. His mom asked if he’d run us home and he happily obliged. I was glad when she told Charlotte she couldn’t come along. I’d wanted a second alone with Hollis.
“I thought you were going to help me study,” I blurt out. “I mean, I don’t want to study, but you said I should.”
He chuckles, the sound deep and throaty. It makes my dick twitch. “You don’t want to study. But, yes, I think you should.” He kicks off his shoes and then plops down on the couch.
I find my backpack and pull out my homework assignment. Rather than make out, like I’d rather do, Hollis jumps right in and starts explaining the assignment to me. I like his voice, so I get lost in what he says. We’ve worked through nearly all the problems by the time Roux gets her ass out of the shower and comes to say good night. The last three problems are torture, but I pay extra attention so we can get finished and move on to other things.
“See, not so diffic—”
His words are cut off when I attack him with a kiss. He smiles against my lips and allows me to ease him down onto the sofa. I kiss him hard and eagerly, making sure to grind my hard dick against his. It escalates until we’re both breathy and stifling moans.
“Want to continue this in the bedroom?” I whisper against his lips.
His fingers slide into my hair. “You can’t fuck me tonight.”
I guess I hadn’t thought about fucking, but now that he’s suggested it, I want it. I’d just wanted to undress more and not worry about Roux coming in.
“Why not?” I challenge, because I live to fuck with him.
“Because it’s been a while since Lucas. And he was my first and only. We just need to…prepare.”
“Just fuck me then,” I offer, though I’m pretty sure that will hurt like hell.
His blue eyes flash with barely contained hungry lust. “You’re definitely not ready. Maybe one day we’ll get there.” He rewards me with an evil grin that makes my dick pulse. “I could suck you off, though.”
Holy fuck.
I’ve had my dick sucked plenty of times, but never by a guy. And never by someone who looks like they’d blow their load just for a taste. It’s a temptation I can’t ignore.
“Let’s go,” I growl out as I stand, pulling him up with me.
He bites back a laugh as I haul him to my room with me. As soon as I get the door closed and locked, I’m on him. I start tugging at his clothes, eager to see him naked. He’s just as greedy, ripping off my hoodie and shirt all at once. His fingertips slide down my abs, making me shiver, and then he’s frantically working at my belt. The moment his hands shove down my boxers, I lose all sense of reality.
I want him.
I want him so fucking bad.
“Lie down.” His voice is commanding and deep. Fuck if I don’t want to obey.
Dropping onto the bed on my back, I stare up at him, my dick weeping for attention and hard as stone. He pushes down his own boxers and fists his impressive cock. The sight of him is such a fucking turn on. Sure, he’s lean because he never eats a goddamn thing, but he’s also muscular from basketball. His chest hair is sparing and golden. It’s darker blond around his dick. I want to bury my nose there and inhale him.