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)
But he hadn’t asked for that. Hadn’t implied anal was something he was ready for. I’d been content with hand jobs and blow jobs, but after staring at his ass out on the trail all day, I wanted to finally get a taste of it.
“You okay, Z?”
“Fuck yes,” he whimpered. “Don’t stop.”
I doubled down, sucking on his hole and stretching him with my tongue. His whimpered curses turned into mewling-like sounds of pleasure and surrender. My name in breathy pants as his legs began to wobble.
“Make me come,” he begged. “Please, Bear. Make me… oh fuck.”
I reached for his dick and slid my hand around it, gripping and sliding it while continuing to eat his ass. His hand came around to clutch at my hair as he came with a broken groan that echoed around the enclosed space.
I stood up and whirled him around, boosting him up in my arms and pressing his back against the wall so I could hold him while he came down from his orgasm. My dick brushed against his hole, making me shudder.
I was tempted to press inside and let him sink down onto me, just a little, but I knew better than to suggest it while he wasn’t clearheaded. Instead, I reached around his leg to grasp my cock and shuttled my hand over it quickly while Zane clung to me for dear life.
It didn’t take much when the taste of him was still on my tongue and his sweet body was plastered against me.
“Fuck, Zane, fuck!” I cried when the orgasm hit.
“Oh god,” he breathed, face tucked into my neck. “That’s so hot. I want you to fuck me next. I want it so badly.”
I kissed the side of his face, his wet hair, his ear. Anything I could get my mouth on.
“Never done that before,” I admitted. “You’d be my first.”
His whole body shuddered. “I’m at your service for anything you might need to practice.”
I let out a laugh and cradled him in my arms, wanting to hold him close enough to meld our two souls together in a way that wouldn’t unravel when we left here in a few days.
After a few minutes, he moved to drop down and stand up. “I really did have an idea for a song while we were out there today. If it’s okay with you, I want to take some time to work on it tonight.”
“Of course. Sure. I’d love to hear it.”
His eyes flicked up to me, then away. “Alone. If… if that’s okay.”
“Oh.” I tried not to feel stung. “No problem. I understand. I need to touch base with the office anyway about the… uh…” The fucking email I hadn’t told him about. “…the updated Amsterdam protocol.”
They were also supposed to have an update on Noelle’s alibis for the three stamping events, and an update from Boomer about what he’d learned from trailing Bodhi around Dublin.
I began washing quickly so I could leave him in peace, but Zane reached out to stop me. “I didn’t mean to hurry you. And it’s not like… it’s not… I just want to work on this song without feeling like anyone’s listening. It’s not because I don’t want to share it with you. I just don’t want to share it with you until it’s right.”
“I understand. Zane, it’s fine.”
The word echoed in the enclosed space. Zane’s eyes widened. “It really does suck when someone uses that word, doesn’t it?”
I tamped down my hurt feelings and plastered a smile on my face. “Artists need time and space to create. I get that. As the Ventdestinians would say, ‘May the winds whisper fortune,’ and the song you write become your next mega hit.” I pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
But as I finished washing and made my way to my own room to find clean clothes, a niggle of worry took root in my chest, and I wished I hadn’t brought up superstitious Ventdestine or their winds.
In only a few more days, my time here with Zane in our sex-filled little bubble would be over. I would have to share him with the rest of the world again.
I’d have to relearn how to exist in his space without touching him. Without pleasuring him.
Without being able to ensure his complete safety in a perfectly isolated place.
Giving up a few of my precious hours with him, even for something he enjoyed as much as his music, made me selfishly annoyed. I wanted to spend every minute of this time with him that I could.
Because I had a feeling when winds whispered fortune onto him, they would blow my own happiness to smithereens.
SEVENTEEN
ZANE
Bears are sometimes portrayed as dangerous villains, but nothing could be further from the truth. They have always been curious, playful, protective, gentle, and trustworthy creatures when left to their own devices. Someone needs to get bears a better PR person and demand that those old fairy tales get a rewrite.