Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Dylan has other ideas and shoves it down his legs and off, letting it float to the top of the pool.
“Now can we fuck?” Dylan asks.
“Nope. As you were. Turn around and look at the pretty view while I play with you.”
“We don’t have time for playing.” Yet he does as he’s told.
“It’ll be fine. I’ll tease you so much that as soon as my phone goes off with the alert that food’s here, you’ll crumble and come.”
“Think highly of yourself, don’t you?”
“Nope. Proven track record. Hmm, let’s see if I can get you to come hands-free again.”
“You’re more than welcome to try, but without your thick cock pegging my prostate, I don’t see it happening.”
“What about one of my thick fingers?” I slide my middle finger down his crack and press it against his hole.
Dylan pushes back, opening up and accepting the small intrusion. I only go in up to the first knuckle before I pull it out and push inside him again.
“I need something bigger,” Dylan says.
“I bet you’ve said that a lot.”
“Did you just make a dick size joke while you’re fingering me?”
“Actually, I was subtly taking a dig at all your ex-boyfriends, but sure. Let’s go with joking.”
“I’m a big advocate for saying size doesn’t matter, but even if it did, you wouldn’t have any trouble beating every single guy I’ve ever been with. I’ve never been so full. So—”
I push my finger in farther and reach that spot inside him that makes his voice cut out. “You’ve never been so … what?”
“Owned,” he breathes. “And apparently I don’t even need your dick to feel that way.”
“Then I’ve got you exactly where I want you. Because after this, when you have your life back, I will own you. All of you. Including this.” I use my free hand to wrap around his chest and rest my hand on his heart.
“My pecs?” he jokes, but his voice breaks.
I won’t push it now because he’s probably not ready to face that yet. Hell, I’ve spent the last seven years avoiding it too. But being with him again, being this close to him, I know what we are.
Inevitable.
Chapter Nineteen
Dylan
“Trav,” I beg. He’s driving me crazy with this whole no-fucking thing. I want to yell at him to stick his dick inside me already, but no, he’s determined to hold me close while his fingers do all the work. He’s up to two now.
And I can’t say that I hate it because I don’t. It’s doing its job. I’m not thinking about Walker or my job or anything I should be focused on. Instead, my body and every nerve ending fire under Trav’s touch. Under his warm breath on my shoulder and his gentle arm across my chest.
But the thing that gets to me the most is the way he can do that while pegging my prostate with his fingers. It’s like he’s fucking me in a totally new way, and he’s right. This isn’t about getting off. He’s taking care of me, taking me away from everything, and it’s so beautiful it brings me to the point of breaking.
He’s breaking my soul and putting it back together again.
He’s putting me first.
He’s giving me everything.
And he’s one hundred percent right that when his phone goes off with an alert, my cock jerks and I come untouched. It’s not an all-consuming orgasm or an eruption of intensity. It might not rack my entire body or take my breath away, but it’s so much deeper than anything else I’ve ever experienced before. It’s not only a release. It also fills me with that warm and fuzzy feeling in my gut.
I know it’s my attempt at clinging on to something, to us, because my life is a mess and he’s giving me a small piece of freedom from it. My body is trying to tell me this is more than what I wanted it to be, but my head is still refusing to allow me to accept it.
It’s looking for excuses to rationalize what we’re doing when I really only need to admit that I’m here with Trav because I chose to be.
Because I want to be.
And when my muscles loosen and my ass relaxes the hold it has on Trav’s fingers, he leans in and kisses my cheek, and even that feels like a permanent thing I need in my life—Trav’s mouth on me. Any part of me.
“Don’t drown while I grab the food,” he rumbles.
I huff a laugh. “I’ll try not to. I can’t guarantee it, though.”
I immediately miss his big body caging me in when he leaves. I turn and rest my back against the wall of the pool and watch as he climbs the steps and reveals inch by inch of his mouthwatering physique.
His ass is tight and round, and when he gets to the lounger where my towel is, he bends to pick it up. He’s lucky I’m not standing behind him because I’d want to take a bite.