Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Mmm. That’s my good boy. Little harder.”
Much more of this and I was going to come, regardless of permission. “Please. Now. Please, Daddy.”
“Yeah, that’s it. Come for Daddy.” He barely got the encouragement out before I was coming, sucking hard on his nipple, moving fast against him, and letting wave after wave of pleasure swamp me.
“So messy, baby,” Adam praised, continuing to stroke us both, faster now, making me shudder and shake through the last of my orgasm. “Gonna get Daddy off now. You feel so good.”
“Yes. Please. Come for me, Daddy.” I switched to his other nipple, trying to tip him over the edge.
“Yeah, yeah. Fuck.” Adam erupted all over his fist. “Damn. Such a good boy.”
Watching his big body tremble was almost as good as my own climax, and I groaned right along with him.
“I’m not sure how the rest of my day is supposed to compete with that.” I collapsed down onto him, sighing happily as he tucked me against his side.
“Hell, I’m not sure the rest of my life is gonna live up to how good sex with you is.” Voice light and sleepy, he kissed the top of my head. He was joking, of course. But sharp want raced through me, nonetheless. Topping what I’d found with Adam was going to be a very tall order indeed.
Seventeen
Adam
“We made it through.” Carrying his laptop, Mason came out of the little office at the tavern to slump at the bar. We were in the lull between lunch and dinner, and I’d been cleaning while he’d been doing the unenviable task of bills for the tavern.
“We did.” I stretched my back. This was our first slow day after nonstop business for the Fourth of July tourist deluge. This year, the tourism spike had started early and carried over several days after.
“And the actual books are looking way more robust than usual.” Mason managed a weary smile. “But damn, these hours are killing me. Barely seen Nash in two weeks.”
“Join the club,” I said without thinking, an image of Quinn parading through my head. We’d had a number of late-night dates turned into sleepovers when we’d both turned up too exhausted to do a lot more than sleepy making out, but the number of waking hours together had been few and far between. He’d invited me over later after work, but it was likely a toss-up whether we ended up talking, kissing, or sleeping more. Simply seeing him would be good though.
“Oh?” Mason raised an eyebrow at me.
“I just mean I’d kill for a vacation.” I grinned, trying to cover for the slip. I was trying to roll with the tide, not attach expectations to this thing with Quinn, especially since he still seemed rather skittish about things that might cross into relationship territory. But staying cool was increasingly hard because being around him, even this limited amount, made me so happy.
“Uh-huh.” Mason snapped the laptop shut, apparently finding me more interesting than his spreadsheet. Damn it.
“You should take a day off, Mase.” Returning the focus to him and his life seemed like the safest route. “I can cover. Make Sheriff Sexy take a day too, and you guys take Lilac somewhere fun.”
“Might do that. But you should take your own advice. Have you been camping even once this season?”
I sighed because he was my oldest and best friend, so I couldn’t exactly tell him to stop prying into my life. And he wasn’t wrong. We’d all been pulling killer hours. “Nah, but I’ll get mine come hunting season when we’re slower.”
“You should take a full day. Or two. Take your doctor somewhere.” He smiled slyly as if he’d been waiting the whole damn conversation to slip that in. But I wasn’t taking the bait.
“My doctor?”
“Oh, come on. You light up like Times Square every time he comes in for dinner. Which he now eats at the bar. You telling me there’s nothing there?”
“Nothing to get worked up about.” If I told myself that enough, maybe I’d believe it. Quinn did light me up something fierce though.
“Not believing you,” Mason tossed back, but I simply shrugged. I did love it when Quinn came in, especially when it slowed enough to talk with him a few minutes, hear about his day at the clinic. He’d also been working too hard, covering for coworker vacations and handling the influx of tourist injuries. If anyone needed a break, it was Quinn. But he was as bad as me about taking time off. Hell, maybe Mason did have a point.
“You know what, let’s trade. You take a mid-week day, and I’ll do the same. You’re right. I do miss camping.” I wouldn’t take the time away for me, but the chance to make Quinn relax was too appealing to pass up.
“Deal.” Mason grinned at me, shaggy dark hair falling in his face. “Take someone with you.”