Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“You’re home,” he muttered, stirring.
“Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s okay. I tried to wait.” Foster had more energy now that his depression had lifted, and he stayed up later on the nights I worked. “And something felt different when you came through that door.”
“What do you mean?”
He turned toward me. “Different energy or something. Maybe I’m dreaming.”
My chest throbbed at how in tune Foster was with me. “No…no, you’re actually right.”
His fingers pressed against my shoulder. “Did something happen?”
“After my shift, I had a message on my phone. It was Carlos from the barbershop, offering me the job.”
He brushed his fingers beneath my chin. “And you want it, I can feel it.”
“I do.” The fist in my stomach loosened. “I really want it.”
“Congratulations.” He pecked my lips. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks.” I lay flat on my back and rubbed my eyes. “It’s still hard not to expect the other shoe to drop.”
He pulled me into a tight embrace, his front against my back. “You’ve been through so much, just…try to enjoy it.”
“Damn, I love you.”
He kissed my ear. “I love you too.”
Even though I was tired and it was late, I still felt wired from that voice message. And from his body being pressed against mine like this, my cock had instantly jerked awake. I wiggled my ass a little. “Damn, you feel good.”
Whereas his shaft was half-hard before, it now grew to full mast. “You don’t play fair.”
“I know you’re tired, but…” I reached my arm back to grip his thigh, telling him right where I needed him. When the head of his cock brushed against the crease of my ass, I shivered.
“I need to be inside you too.” He pressed my shoulder down to the mattress, then lifted onto his knees to reach for a condom and lube in the nightstand.
“Maybe once I have a better job with health insurance, I can get a complete physical and we can forgo condoms.”
Foster swore under his breath as he rolled down the condom. “Can’t wait.”
When he licked at my hole, I squirmed. “As much as I love that, I need to feel you. Hurry.”
“Bossy,” he teased. He drew back and lightly bit my ass cheek, and then I felt the cool trickle of lube against my rim as he straddled my legs. He pulled open my cheeks with the heels of his hands and swiped the rim of my ass with his thumb.
“Such a pretty hole,” he said, pushing inside me.
We groaned at the same time. He pulled out a little, then pressed forward inch by inch until he was buried inside me.
“Fuck, you feel too good. I could live right here.”
“I might allow that,” I said, and Foster chuckled.
He ground inside me in a slow, seductive dance that was driving me wild. “Oh God, so good.”
“Yeah? Well, my cock is loving how your tight hole is sucking me in.”
“Ah, fuck.” I reached down to stroke myself as his punishing rhythm increased and he pounded me good. It was the exact burn I’d been hoping for. It made me feel alive with possibility, like maybe for the first time, I had a shot at living instead of just existing.
I fisted the pillow, my panting rough as Foster’s fingers tightened on my hips. He was always careful not to leave marks, but tonight I would’ve reveled in them because I was driving him to the brink, and it was amazingly good.
Foster’s moans pierced the stillness of the night as his thrusts became sloppy and uneven, and then he cried out, letting loose inside the condom.
I buried my face in the pillow as the room slanted and my own orgasm took hold.
He sank down on top of me, and though we were hot and sweaty, I loved feeling the weight of him on me. Somehow it anchored me.
“Don’t move,” I told him. “Not yet.”
Foster hummed, tenderly kissing my shoulder and breathing against my nape.
38
FOSTER
I tugged Lachlan to sit down beside me for the family call Sunday morning. He was getting used to being on video with them. I mean, he’d confessed his feelings for me to them first, so there was that. I would never forget how that all went down and would always treasure it.
“Hi, family,” he said with a wave at the screen. “Um, you know what I mean.”
I pressed our shoulders together. “I consider you part of my family.”
“Which means you’re an extension of ours,” Mom added, and I heard Lachlan’s quiet gasp.
“You haven’t even met me in person yet,” he teased. “You might change your mind.”
“Well, that just means you have to come to Chi-town for the holidays,” Chase said with a huge grin, and damn, I liked the sound of that. But that was still six months away, we were just getting used to this relationship thing, and we hadn’t even gotten through June yet. Not that it was a hardship. Everything with Lachlan felt comfortable and natural. Him finding his own place still weighed heavily on me, but I needed to trust that he’d do what felt right.