Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“No,” I said to Kirby.
“No,” I repeated, then I gently pushed Kirby off me and climbed out of the bed. I strode naked across my room and into the bathroom, not bothering to knock on the half-open door. I gulped at the sight of Devon’s naked backside as he pulled his pants and underwear off his legs.
His glorious, tight, amazing backside.
“Hey, you okay?” Devon asked when he saw my reflection in the mirror. He turned to face me.
There were no words to describe his front side. But my mouth no longer felt stuffed with cotton because it was filling with drool.
“What is it?” I blurted when I managed to lift my eyes to Devon’s.
He actually glanced down at his dick. “Well, um, it’s…” he began, then snapped his mouth shut. “It’s average,” he finally said. “I think. I mean, I figure it’s proportionate to my height but—”
Oh my God, did he really think I was talking about his dick?
“Not that!” I snapped impatiently because I felt like I was going to lose it. “That is fucking… it’s… Jesus, are you kidding me right now?”
Why could I not speak normal words?
“Sebastian—”
“What is it you want to talk about?” I interrupted.
“What?”
I could feel myself going off the deep end, but I was helpless to stop it. “You said we’d talk after you got cleaned up. What are you going to say? That last night was a mistake? That you’re straight? That you were experimenting? That you… you didn’t mean what you said about me being yours?”
That last part had me choking on the words because now that I’d forced this conversation, I realized I didn’t actually want to hear the answer.
But that was the way it’d been with Rick. I’d been too much of a coward to admit that it wasn’t working and that it never would. I’d known that long before I’d found out the man was in a relationship.
I wasn’t going to do the same thing with Devon.
“Sebastian—”
I felt like I was going to throw up. I’d wanted the truth but now I was too scared to hear it.
“You told Kirby not to try and steal me. Why would you say that if you didn’t kind of mean it, Devon? But you keep calling me Sebastian today, not Bastian, so that must mean you’re trying to distance yourself and I told myself I’d be okay with that and I am but I’m really not and I think you should go because I’m really not okay with it. Okay?”
I turned to leave the bathroom but didn’t get far before Devon’s fingers closed around my upper arm and he gently dragged me back against him.
“No, Devon, I can’t—” I began, but then my back was flush with his front and he turned my head so he could claim my mouth. I didn’t even try to resist his tongue as it sought entry. I felt boneless by the time he maneuvered us both so we were standing facing the mirror. He linked my fingers with his, then planted both our hands on the vanity. The position had him leaning over my back. His stiff cock was pressed against my ass.
“Look at us,” he commanded. He sounded pissed.
I looked up. His eyes met mine in the reflection. He released one of my hands long enough to spit in his palm and reach between our bodies. I groaned when he split my crack open enough so he could notch his now slick dick between the globes of my ass. His spit made it easy for his shaft to slide up and down my crack as he pumped his hips against mine. I moaned and dropped my eyes. Devon’s lips closed over my shoulder and then he gently bit down on me to get my attention.
Of course, he already had my complete and full attention.
“Now does that answer your question about whether or not I’m straight?”
I managed a nod. It wasn’t so much the fact that he was eagerly fucking my crease; it was the vehemence with which he’d spoken that convinced me.
“Your name,” he said next. “That’s another thing you’re worried about, right?”
I felt like a fool but nodded anyway. My own words were coming back to haunt me.
“You’re not the only one who’s scared about what last night meant, Sebastian. I watched you sleep all fucking night because I was afraid if I closed my eyes for even a second, the whole thing would be a dream. That yesterday never happened… that I didn’t overhear you arguing with that piece-of-shit ex of yours and I didn’t send my super-cute dog through a crack in the fence just so I could interrupt you guys… that I didn’t feel my heart start going a million miles an hour when I first saw you, heard you, touched you. I finally made myself get out of your bed this morning because I couldn’t stop touching you and I knew, just fucking knew, that the second you opened your eyes I’d be on you, begging you not to tell me to leave, hoping and praying with every goddamn piece of myself that I’d get to taste you again… that I’d get to know what it was like to slide into this perfect body of yours and watch you come apart again as you said my name.”