Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
After we checked Owen in, I noticed myself keeping a little distance from him as we headed down the hall to his suite. I thought we’d make it to the room, but again, Owen abandoned his suitcase and hooked his arms around me, pushing me back against the wall right outside his room.
My lips were all his as his tongue possessed my mouth.
The taste at the airport certainly hadn’t been enough, not to quench this deep thirst Owen had awakened within me. He brought me to life, particularly the way he got my dick sliding up along my thigh as the intensity of our kisses escalated with each lick…each perfect nibble.
We clawed at each other’s clothes, tugging desperately.
“I was so close to being good,” he whispered before my lips slammed down against his once again.
I fought out, “I don’t really want you to be good. It’s an emergency.”
I could feel his smile against my face just as I heard his suitcase slam against the floor, like it had against the asphalt outside my car. He pulled his lips away from mine, turning. “Damn, I think I’m going to have to get new luggage.”
It gave us an opportunity to open the door and pull his bag inside.
He came at me, and I hooked my arms around his neck before leaping up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He growled, making that familiar sound with his throat that was so pleasant to my ears.
“Fuck me, Owen. Fuck me right now.”
“With pleasure.”
26
Owen
Somehow in our frenzy of passion and kisses, we managed to make it to the bedroom.
With my arms tucked under Keegan’s thighs, I leaned forward, laying him across the bed, my lips meeting his, then traveling from his mouth to his chin, down his neck. He rolled his head back against the comforter, releasing that same moan I’d heard him offering the past few minutes since we entered my hotel room.
The pressure in my cock, intense, almost maddening, made me go at Keegan even more. I hiked his shirt up as I kissed down his chest, down the subtle dip in the middle of his torso, to his navel.
He shook slightly.
“Did you bring any condoms with you?” he asked.
I snickered while sliding one out of my back pocket, then grabbing a small bottle of lube from the front.
“Oh wow. You were really ready.”
“Of course I was ready. I knew the moment I saw you again, I was likely going to defile you.”
He smiled, but there was something else in his expression too, some sort of discomfort. I kissed around his navel to set him at ease, making my way down his happy trail, following the path to the fly of his pants, then unbuttoning them. As soon as I did, I felt his entire body quaking, much like it had before, though steadier.
Leaning back, I gazed at him.
His eyes were on the ceiling as he took deep breaths, as though readying himself for a physician’s exam rather than to have sex with me.
“Keeg, everything okay?”
He glanced at me, gulping. “I’m kind of nervous.”
Once again, in that almost magical way Keegan had, he was able to go from charming confidence to ever-adorable uneasiness in an instant. It brought forth a protective impulse within me, made me clench my fists and lean forward in bed, as if taking on some external villain, even though I knew very well that didn’t particularly fit the situation at hand.
“What is it you’re nervous about?” I tried to reflect back on our conversations, anything he might have said that could indicate he would be uneasy. “Is it something I’m doing wrong?”
“No, no. Nothing you’re doing wrong.” He pressed his lips together and sat up.
It was clear something was weighing on his mind.
“Keeg, please talk to me. I don’t want to rush into anything we’re going to regret.”
“God, this is embarrassing as fuck.”
“This isn’t your first time, I assume?”
After everything we’d done together, and how he certainly knew how to manage a cock, I doubted that could have been the case, but not recalling him having specifically mentioned it, I wanted to be sure.
He laughed. “No, not my first. But…”
I waited patiently, allowing him to take his time. We’d talked enough for me to know that Keegan would bring up whatever was on his mind in due course.
“So when I hook up with guys, I’m used to bj’s or handjobs. I’ve only had anal once, and it wasn’t the best.”
The way he said it didn’t just sound like he was disappointed, but almost like he was sad or hurt, which didn’t make my defensive, protective instinct subside any quicker. Despite the questions flooding my mind that I wanted to interrogate him with to uncover the truth, I stayed silent, forcing myself to, figuring he would tell me when he was ready.