Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmured. My only hope was that this was happening in some kind of fever dream, and when it was all over, he would forget the admissions I couldn’t help but make.
When his warm, wet tongue stroked up my shaft, I let out a low groan and let my head fall back. Zane cradled my balls with one hand, and just as I’d always imagined, those rough, callused, guitar-playing fingers felt fucking amazing. One fingertip accidentally brushed against the skin behind them, and I clenched with a sudden image of him finger-fucking me, invading my body in search of just the right spot to make me see fucking stars. I’d never had anyone touch me there before, but with Zane, I wanted it.
Wanted everything.
“Zane.” I groaned again, unable to come up with any other words that weren’t humiliating pleas for him to take me in any way he pleased.
He closed his mouth over my tip, bathing the sensitive part under the head with the tip of his tongue. His movements were tentative but hungry. I could tell he’d spent plenty of time imagining how he’d do this, how he’d give another man pleasure with his mouth.
“So good,” I urged. My fingers threaded into his hair. “Just like that.”
He reached down to touch himself, even though he’d just come. The idea that sucking my cock made him hard again was enough to bring on my orgasm. The pleasure was white-hot, contracting my lower half and shooting pleasure along my spine until I was shuddering and gasping. Zane choked as I came in his mouth.
I opened my eyes in time to see the last bit of my release hit his lips as he pulled off. My dick gave another feeble spurt at the sight of Zane Hendley with my spunk on his face.
My fingers were still tangled in his hair, so I pulled him close to kiss him hungrily, tasting my own salty release on his lips and tongue.
He stood up and embraced me while we continued to kiss. I pulled him onto my lap, suddenly fearful that this was it. One and done. I needed to take as much of him as I could before reality came crashing down on us and rational heads prevailed.
His body was so warm, skin like silk under my hands as I roamed them up and down his back and down to his ass.
Zane finally slowed down and tucked his face into my neck, leaning his head against my chest with his arms pulled in between us. It took me a moment to realize he was cold.
“Hey. You should hop in a hot shower,” I said, chafing up and down his back more rapidly in hopes of warming him.
“With you?” Soft brown eyes twinkling with humor met mine…
And I froze. Ninety percent of my brain (not to mention my dick) screamed a resounding yes. But that other ten percent played an insistent slideshow of all the ways this was wrong and dangerous… for both of us.
Attuned to each other as we were, Zane noticed my hesitation immediately. He sat up straight and nodded. “Or alone. That’s… yeah, I get it. Okay.”
Shit. This was suddenly even more awkward than I feared. “Zane,” I said as he stood up and turned away from me, yanking up his onesie and jamming his arms into the sleeves. He ignored me and headed toward his room. “Zane, wait—”
He waved a hand dismissively over his shoulder without looking back. “Don’t worry about it, B-bear…” He took a shuddering breath before adding…
“I’m fine.”
THIRTEEN
ZANE
Bears might seem straightforward, but they can be surprisingly conflicted when it comes to relationships. After mating, a bear’s protective drive might urge him to push his mate away when he most wants to hold them close. Fortunately, their survival instincts always lead them in the right direction. A bear knows what he can’t live without.
—Bear Facts for Insomniacs, Episode 89
Any idiot would know I was anything but fine, and Bear especially would know. There was no one more attuned to my moods than he was and no one less likely to believe my “fines.”
But I also wasn’t about to let him know just how much that interlude had affected me.
I stayed strong until I got into the hot shower, and then I pressed my face into my hands and let out a long breath.
Holy fuck. Holy fuck.
I just had sex with Ryan Galloway.
I just blew my bodyguard.
I just sucked Bear’s dick.
I shuddered at the delicious memory. The feel of his heavy cock on my tongue. The musky scent of him in my nose. The sounds he made from deep in his chest.
“Zane, open the door.”
I jumped and nearly slipped on the wet tile. “Can’t. Showering,” I blurted without thinking.
“Tell me I can come in.”
I hesitated, wondering if I wanted to face him when I was feeling this vulnerable. But ultimately, I wanted to see him. I wanted to be with him. I wanted any excuse to have his eyes and hands on me.