Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
He grips my ass cheeks with both hands, the loofah bunched up in one hand as he massages gently. He sure fucking knows his way around a body.
I cling to him like I did on the couch.
I’m pleased that I could make him feel good. And what he gave me…holy fuck.
We finish showering and dry off before we make our way through the short hallway into my bedroom. I notice Jackson’s towel is hiked up to his navel.
It makes me chuckle.
“What are you laughing about?”
“Just some of the weird things you do. Like what the fuck is with your towel being up that high? You don’t have anything to hide.”
“I know I don’t,” he says, grabbing the edge and pulling it off, exposing that hot body of his, displaying it like a man who doesn’t mind me staring at the long dick that dangles between his legs.
“Give me your towel,” I tell him. He does, and as I dispose of it with mine in the laundry basket at the bottom of the hall closet, he walks into my room. When I join him, he’s already under the covers. Just made himself right at home in my bed, and I’m glad. I was a little worried between him telling me about Uncle Randy and what we did that I would scare him off. I don’t think he’s like that, but it’s a fear that’s always in the back of my mind. Of people finding out who I really am and what my life’s really like. Because that’s not the Derek I try so hard to show everyone: the fun Derek that guys love to party and play with.
“Get into bed,” he orders.
“Yes, sir.”
I slide in on the right side. “Ooh, are you gonna be the big spoon?”
“Just shut up and get your ass over here.”
“Will you be able to control yourself? I feel like I might wake up with a big daddy dick inside me.”
I pull up the covers, revealing his semi. “Should I be worried?”
“I doubt you’re worried about anything.”
“Where did you learn to finger blast like that if you’ve never messed around with a guy?”
“Just because I haven’t been with a guy doesn’t mean I haven’t watched a lot of gay porn.”
“Naughty Daddy.”
I grin before rolling over and backing my ass up against his pelvis, feeling that cock sliding vertically between my cheeks.
He reaches around and grabs my dick, which is so much harder.
“Maybe someone needs to go again.”
“Wouldn’t kill me,” I say, rolling toward him.
Propping himself up on his elbow, those gray eyes seem to look right through me. I tease his short hair with my fingers, still damp from the shower. The urge to trace a path between the freckles on his shoulders hits me. I don’t know why I find them so cute.
“So we can take tango classes, but in the meantime, you wanna swing by on Saturday and help me out with the class I’m teaching?”
“I don’t really think I can help much.”
“You did fine with the basics, and that’s all I’ll really be able to teach them anyway. It’ll be easier to show them with another person who can at least do that much.”
“Are you sure you want me there?”
I’m really not sure, but in some ways, I think it would be nice to feel a little less alone for once when I’m at Cypress Grove. Jen’s great about being there when she can, but she can’t usually make it on Saturdays because she has an art class she teaches at her church at the same time.
“I think Uncle Randy could use a visitor,” I tell him. “And I mean, it’s nice to get to share that with someone. You showed me that tonight. And thank you for that.”
“I’ll say yes, and I do want to, but if you get uncomfortable about me being there—”
“It’ll be fine. And then I can pass you off to some of my friends, and you can show them those amazing moves I showed you tonight.”
“If you want me there, I’ll be there.”
And he doesn’t know—can’t know—how much that means to me.
“So who is this hottie daddy you’re seeing?” Gary starts with as he and Hayden enter the locker room.
I’m sliding on my gym shorts as they flank me on either side, folding their arms, mirroring each other for what I assume is going to be an interrogation.
I woke up to my alarm, remembering that I needed to meet them for some gym time. I had to hurry to get ready, despite wanting Jackson to hang around a little longer and maybe even stick that cock in me…something that preoccupies my thoughts now that we messed around yesterday.
I glance between Hayden and Gary, wondering why they’re acting like this.
“What?”
“Please,” Hayden says. “Kasper on the thirteenth floor of North Tower totally saw someone leaving your place this morning.”