Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“I want to see where it can go too.”
“The way I’m acting, I feel like I should hand you a piece of paper with a note that says, Do you want to go out with me, yes or no, with two boxes to check off.”
I chuckled.
“So we…date. Is that okay with you? We date and see what happens, but we have to promise our friendship comes first. If you lose interest, just tell me. Don’t string me along.”
There was so much more to Danny than met the eye. He automatically assumed I would be the one to lose interest, when I figured it would be him. “I would never hurt you. And you keep me on my toes too much to ever lose interest in you. That Garrett guy sounds like a dick.”
“Eh. It was for the best. I’m over him.” He pressed a loud kiss to my lips. “Now, how about we change positions?”
“Oh shit. I didn’t mean to crush you.”
“You’re not, but now I have a better idea: shower, then a movie in my room before we get all messy again?”
I wasn’t sure anything sounded better than that. “Deal.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Danny
I looked over at Jonathan as he slept in bed beside me. His alarm for work would be going off in a little over half an hour. Considering it was Wednesday and I was off today, I sure as shit shouldn’t be awake before he was.
Jonathan had said he could sleep in his room the night before so he didn’t wake me up, but it was when we were in a postorgasmic haze. We’d just jerked off all over each other, and I’d been both giddy from the high of being with him and exhausted because I’d nearly come my brains out, so I’d told him to sleep with me.
Again.
Second night in a row, anyone?
Yep, that was me. I’d suddenly found myself dating my roommate and sleeping in the same bed as him, which, by my calculations, basically meant I was living with the guy I was dating and…I wasn’t stressing.
Nope, not at all. I was lying awake watching him sleep, while I should be passed out myself.
I was dating a dude while living together, and I liked him more than…well, than I’d ever liked anyone. That asshole Garrett had nothing on Jonathan. This was some crazy, fucked-up shit. It weirded me out that I wasn’t more freaked out about it. It was like Jonathan had cast some kind of spell over me…or maybe I was growing up…oh God.
He shifted in his sleep, then reached for me, pulling me close. I went easily. It was nice being in Jonathan’s big arms, and sorta sweet that he grabbed me in his sleep, like this was something we’d been doing for more than two nights.
My dick was wide-awake and wanted to play. Plus, Jonathan had a really nice cock, and I hadn’t had it in my mouth yet. I was dying to suck him, and who didn’t like being woken up with a blowjob?
So I kissed his neck, nuzzled my face right up in there, and licked him. I loved the taste of Jonathan’s salty skin and the heady scent of his masculinity.
When he gave a sexy little groan, I kissed him again, made my way down his throat, felt him smile without looking at him.
“What time is it?” His voice was husky with sleep and the possibility of sex. Jonathan rolled to his back and I went with him, straddling him and continuing to press my lips to his body.
I rubbed against him, felt his erection glide along my ass. “Blowjob o’clock.” Kiss. “Can I suck you?” Another kiss. “I really want your fat cock between my lips.”
“Oh shit. Fuck. God yes. Like I’m going to say no.”
I grinned down at him, feeling something unfamiliar twist and tighten in my chest. “I like it when you have sex brain.”
His brows pulled together. “Sex brain?”
“You get all rambly, and your voice lowers an octave.”
“Do I now? And you know that after only a few days?”
It didn’t seem like we’d only been screwing around for mere days. Everything with Jonathan felt deeper, as if it had been happening longer. “Yes, I’m that good.”
“I thought you were sucking my dick?”
“Oh, wow. Check you out. Getting all comfortable being demanding.” He laughed, and I couldn’t help but kiss his smile. “Shut up so I can rock your fucking world before you go to work.”
I slid down his body until I rested with my stomach on the mattress, lying between his legs. Jonathan had a sexy cock, not quite as long as mine, but thick and full of veins. He had heavy balls, wiry, dark pubes that he didn’t shave or trim like most of the guys I was with. I was sure he did some manscaping because it wasn’t a jungle down there, but it was definitely minimal. I found that really fucking hot.