Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
I'd learned that the hard way.
The doorbell rang at that point, so Daniel took what was in my hands so I could get the door. On the way, I pulled out my wallet, noticing I didn’t have much cash. Julian's wallet was in the hallway, though, so I snatched a couple bills from him.
Then I opened the door, and I kinda froze. Fuck me twice. It was Nicky. Fucking Nicky. Maybe hysteria got ahold of me for a beat because I laughed. Hard. Part of me felt like a complete prick, but fuck it, this was karma.
His expression hardened. He stood there with our pizzas, glaring, seething, and I couldn’t stop laughing.
"I'm sorry, kid," I wheezed out. "Goddamn, this is too much."
It was evident he'd had no clue we lived here or that he was delivering to us. I did my best to smother some of my amusement as I handed over the cash and took the pies, and I made a mental note to never order from that place again. Next time, he'd undoubtedly spit in our food.
"You ruined my career," he gritted out.
"That was the fucking point," I said, down to chuckles. "Lord, Nicky. You just made my day. I can't wait to tell Julian."
"Go to hell, Collins." He stuffed the money into his pocket and turned away.
"Hey!" I called. He didn’t face me, but he paused. "Unlike you, you scheming little asshole, I'm not a douche. I believe in making amends. But until then…" I walked over to him and stuck five bucks into his jacket pocket. "I always tip my waiter. Or delivery guy. Now, fuck off."
I closed the door in his face and chuckled to myself as I walked through the house and out to the deck.
Asher, Julian, Daniel, and Zane looked at me quizzically.
That made me laugh all over again. "You're never gonna believe this…"
*
Two weeks later
"We should hurry, Noah…" He writhed under me and gripped my arms as he pushed back and met my thrusts. "Fuck! Please stop teasing me, at least. I'm so close!"
I chuckled, out of breath. "But I love teasing you." Stroking his cock firmly, I spread the pre-come seeping out of his sensitive head and drove into his tight ass over and over. "God…" I groaned and closed my eyes, dipping down to kiss him deeply.
My body took over, and I fucked him harder and faster. The bed frame banged against the wall, Julian's gasps became shallower, and his begging drove me crazy with lust.
I cursed as I peered down between us. My cock was slick with lube, and the sight of it pushing in and out of him was almost more than I could take. He was a vision. His abs contracted, his thighs firm with muscle caged me between him, and his long fingers clawed at my back.
"You're gonna leave marks."
"Good." He panted and fisted my hair, pulling me down for a sloppy kiss. Tongues and teeth, heavy breaths. "I want to mark you. I want—" He let out a moan when I slammed in. "Fuck. I want you to be marked underneath your tux today."
"Dirty little boy," I growled. "I love it."
Staying inside him, I swiveled my hips to reach deeper, and he cried out. The look on his face did me in. As he trembled and began coming, I gnashed my teeth together, buried myself balls deep, and let go.
A surge of euphoria shot through me, leaving ripples of pleasure that made me shiver and tremor until the high slowly came to an end. My cock pulsed inside Julian, his ass clenching as if it wanted every fucking drop I had.
"I need a nap," I groaned.
Julian laughed breathlessly. "Too bad we don't have time."
It was. And I guessed I couldn’t miss my first major premiere of a film I'd directed.
*
An hour later, Julian and I were dressed to the nines, and we met up with Tennyson and Asher in the hotel bar.
"How do ya fuckin' do, Wright brothers?" I grinned and slapped my hand to Asher's in a firm shake.
"Used and abused, Collins." He chuckled and motioned for a line of glasses of whiskey. "A drink while we wait for the ladies to make us late?"
"Cheers." I extended a glass to Julian and took a sip. "The cardio making you feel used and abused, or…?"
Tennyson laughed.
Ash rolled his eyes. "No, it's all Tennyson. I've taken his meetings this morning."
I lifted a brow. "I take it they went as expected."
"Why do you think I let Ash handle them?" Tennyson smiled wryly. "So far, only offers I can refuse."
I didn’t need to ask further. Catching Stars had a big buzz going on, and studios had been making offers since we found out the film had been accepted at Cannes. With some strategically leaked clips and one official trailer, Tennyson was set to make bank. But yeah, before the actual viewing, the studios played hard to get, even when they were desperate to distribute the first Tennyson Wright Production.