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)
“More,” he says when I pull my mouth from his so I give it to him. Fuck harder. Pound him into the bed, making the mattress scoot off the box spring.
There’s a tingle and burn at the base of my spine. My dick throbs, my orgasm right there, waiting to detonate.
“Come, boy. I need you to come,” I tell him.
He shoves his hand between us. Wraps it around his erection and strokes. “Right there. Fuck, right there, Jackson.”
I piston my hips into him. Our sweaty bodies slap together and then Derek’s eyes squint closed, and his body vibrates as he shoots his load. It lands on his chest. When I slam into him again, another ribbon shoots out and then I’m careening into my own orgasm, my body vibration matching his as I tremble and empty my balls in the condom.
My legs are weak, shaking as I pull out and toss the condom. Then I lean forward and lick up his jizz, earning me a smile from him.
“Such a dirty daddy,” he says.
“You love it.”
“Kiss me.” So I do. Our tongues tangle and I know he’s tasting himself on my lips. I’m still lying on top of him, hanging over the bed as I nudge his nose with mine. Push his hair off his forehead with my hand.
“That was different,” Derek tells me. I know how much it took for him to say it.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Are we ready for different?”
Yes. No. “I don’t know, boy. That one, I don’t know.”
“I don’t know either.”
I keep kissing him because I need my mouth on him. He climbs up onto the bed correctly, and I right the mattress before pulling his smaller body on top of mine, kissing him again.
“We’ll figure it out,” I say with my hand in his hair.
“Okay,” he replies, but damned if it doesn’t sound like he believes me.
It’s been a week since Derek’s run. We haven’t talked any more about what’s going on between us. I think we’re both scared as hell. This is big, and we know it.
“What’s going on tonight?” Frankie asks me as he pulls the bus into the firehouse.
“I have to go see my mom. I haven’t been in over a week.”
“That’s not like you,” he replies.
Yeah, no shit. “I know. Things have been crazy. Good crazy, but I have to find a way to make time for all of it. I told Derek I’d go to Flirt with him tonight, which we really fucking need. Things have been…heavy. Then of course, Zane called and asked what I was doing. I had to lie to him—then I felt guilty so I told him I could cancel my plans. Derek was there, telling me I should but Zane said never mind. He’ll go out with a few friends of his. He’s going to come over tomorrow and I’m going to tell him about Derek, which I haven’t actually told Derek because I think it’ll make him freak.” It kind of makes me freak too.
“Okay, that was a fucking mouthful, and I have a shit-ton of questions for you. Why are things heavy, why are you lying to Zane about Derek and why do you think Derek will freak if you no longer lie to Zane about him?”
He kills the engine on the bus, and we both climb out. I make a point to roll my eyes at him where he can see me. “I don’t want to talk about why things have been heavy.” Because I’m falling for him. I have no business falling for him. Not at this point in my life and not when I’m pretty sure both of us question whether he’d want a serious relationship or not and also if either of us is ready. “The Zane thing…do I really have to explain that? He doesn’t know I’m bi, and I’m fucking someone who looks younger than him, but is actually only eight years older than him, so yep, you guessed it. They’re closer in age than we are.”
“So?” Frankie asks as I hold the door to the building open for him. “And you’re being a fucking coward. Those sound like a whole hell of a lot of excuses to me.”
“I heard through the grapevine you stayed the night with Evan after Pump. Want to talk about that?” I cock a brow at him.
“Sure. He was scared, upset, lonely, and angry. His ex is a dick. He has no real friends. He realizes he hurt someone else. He was manipulated. Oh, and he’s naïve as fuck.”
Okay…so that wasn’t the response I expected.
“And you fucked him?” I ask.
“No. I listened to him,” Frankie replies. “But I haven’t talked to him since, and I’m not in love with him, so back to you.”
My feet root to the floor. “I’m not in love with Derek.” Am I?