Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I laughed as I leaned forward. I rested my head gently against his chest. He was warm, solid. Both his hands in mine.
This felt so peaceful. I closed my eyes and pictured us floating along in an impenetrable bubble. I had resisted this connection from the jump, and for what? So I could potentially miss the love of my life? I had wrongly assumed that Ryan was like his father, and that assumption almost fucked shit up for me in a massive way.
I picked my head back up and looked into Ryan’s eyes. They lit up under the streetlamp’s orange glow. A breeze from the ocean drifted toward us, and—for once in my life—it didn’t make my stomach flip.
Before I knew it, our lips locked again. This time, we were out in public, and I couldn’t give three fucks. I grabbed Ryan’s face in my hands and kissed him like the world was ending. I pushed my body against his, feeling how solid he was.
It only took a few seconds and a couple of tongue swirls to get me fully hard. I had to get him back to the dorm. I needed to get him naked and on a bed immediately, or I was scared I’d self-combust from how horny I was.
“Let’s go,” I said. “I need to have you.” He had mentioned wanting to talk with me about something, but whatever it was could wait.
I had only one thing on my mind.
“Mhmm,” he said, kissing me again. “You can have all of me.”
God, I didn’t want to separate from him. If we could teleport ourselves to bed, that’d be great. I wanted Ryan’s balls in my mouth and his full body weight on my face. If my tombstone read “death by suffocation from big, meaty thighs,” then everyone would know I died a happy boy.
A noise caught my attention. I froze. Like an opossum tipping over at the approaching headlights of a racing car. I looked to the left and involuntarily rolled my eyes.
Tim walked toward us.
Seriously?
I could feel Ryan tense up next to me. I could jump back and pretend like nothing was happening, or…
“You two are out late,” Tim said suspiciously as he approached. He cradled a textbook and iPad in his arms. “Jay, shouldn’t you be rehearsing for tomorrow’s show?”
“I’ve already got my lines down,” I said. Ryan’s hand almost dropped from mine, but I squeezed and held him a little tighter.
“So I decided to have a date night with my boyfriend. Is that an issue?” Tim’s brows shot up. “Boyfriend?” His gaze dropped to our hands before coming back to my eyes. Ryan looked at me, surprised. I smiled even wider.
“Yup, is that problematic or something?”
Tim cocked his head, beady brown eyes jumping between Ryan and me. “It’s weird to me. The person championing the environment is dating the person destroying it.”
Ryan started to defend himself, but I jumped in. “No, you aren’t doing that. Ryan isn’t a walking representation of his father’s company, and he shouldn’t be treated like he is. So go and talk whatever shit you want. It’s not going to bother me.”
He blinked a couple of times and was about to say something else, but I really didn’t care to listen. I gave Ryan’s hand a pump and turned us around, starting down the sidewalk and toward our dorm. “That was hot,” Ryan said as we got out of hearing distance. “Like, I’m so fucking turned on right now.”
“Good,” I said, giving him a smirk. “Because I want you to rearrange my guts when we get back to the dorm.”
His smile widened, eyes lighting up. “Really?”
I nodded. Before I could even blink, Ryan started to run, laughter following behind him. “I’ll race you!” he said, already leaving me in his dust.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ryan
We couldn’t get back to the dorm fast enough.
The second the door was closed was the second we started to undress, dropping our shorts and colliding back together in a passionate kiss. My Calvins strained to hold my stiff cock down.
I rubbed myself against Jay and swallowed a moan of his.
“Fuck, baby,” I said, holding his chin in my hand. His lips shone wet from our kiss. “Look at how hard you have me.”
“Fuuuuuck,” Jay hissed out, rubbing my length through my briefs. He was just as hard. Precum leaked from his tip and darkened the white fabric.
I thumbed his wet slit and brought it to my lips. The salt swirled around my taste buds. “You’re already getting wet for me.” I pulled him against me, grinning down at that beautiful face. “Good boy.”
God, Jay was the sexiest man alive. His long lashes batted up at me, his pouty lips curling into a delicious smile. I wanted to see that mouth turned to the shape of an O. Wanted to see those eyes rolling to the back of his skull.