Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“I want that too.” My words are gravelly in my throat. “Stay here. I’m going to grab the lube.”
I quickly grab a bottle from the cabinet and return to where my man lazily strokes his dick beneath the spray of the water, his brown eyes hot with lust for me.
“Don’t touch what’s mine, boy,” I growl, flashing him a wicked grin. “Hands off.”
He smirks, turning his back to me. I coat my fingers with the lube and then my dick, before I slide my fingers down along his crease, seeking out his hole.
“Thank you for finding the bad guy, Sheriff. You’re a good man.”
He groans when I push a finger into him. His body, now used to me, accepts the intrusion. It’s a tighter fit with the second finger, but he pushes against it greedily.
“I’m not that good,” he whispers. “I left out the fact my brother had the gun pointed at Hank first. Just changed the story to how they scuffled over the gun after Zak saw his intent and wanted to take it from him so he wouldn’t hurt anyone. It lines up with the other students seeing Zak with the gun. I couldn’t let him get in trouble for trying to do the right thing.”
I nip at his shoulder, fucking him slowly. “That’s what good big brothers do. No crime in that.”
“I just…I couldn’t let Zak get smeared for what Hank did. He didn’t deserve that.” He sighs. “I know it was wrong to fudge on exactly what happened, but I don’t care. I just really don’t care. It feels right to me.”
“It feels right to me too,” I assure him. “Now, the only words I want coming out of your mouth are ‘please,’ ‘oh, God,’ and ‘more.’”
He chuckles. “So demanding.”
Our words fade as I increase my efforts of bringing him pleasure. Each time my fingers brush against his prostate, he moans, shoving his ass toward me as he chases the feeling.
“That’s it, boy, I want you coming with my fingers inside you,” I rumble, my mouth near his ear. “Before you even finish, I’m going to slide my dick into you so I can feel how fucking perfect you are when you clench around my cock.”
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Oh, fuck.”
The sharp gasp tells me he’s climaxing. Quickly, I remove my fingers and replace them with my dick, thrusting into him hard. Feeling him, bare and without any sort of barrier, is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I can’t wait for him to be on the giving end next time so he can see just how amazing it is. My teeth sink into his shoulder and I wrap an arm around his torso as I fuck into him with urgency, eager to find pleasure just as quickly as him. It doesn’t take long and my seed is spilling, filling him up with me.
Jax twists his head to meet my lips with a fiery kiss. It hits me square in the chest with realization.
This man is mine.
I don’t have to give him up. We don’t have to hide. He’s mine and we’re just getting started.
A few weeks later…
As I wait for Jax to arrive, I reply back to Adrian.
Me: The grand opening is next weekend. You and the boy going to come visit to make sure you still want to get married at the B&B?
Adrian: The boy has a name. And I’m not changing my mind. Don’t need to see it. Just need for it to be booked. It needs to be special. That’s all I ask.
My heart squeezes as I think about Adrian wanting his wedding to be special for Rylan. It’s so out of character for Adrian, but I like this side of him. A lot.
Me: Have I ever let you down, man?
Adrian: Never. Ry wants to know if you’ll have a plus one or not. He’s planning a seating chart, and if I don’t get an answer, I’m in trouble.
Imagining Adrian in trouble with anyone is hilarious. Though I’m tempted to ask Jax if he can accompany me to the wedding each time I see him, something holds me back.
He’s not officially out.
It’s not that he’s exactly hiding, but we’ve just been busy. Me with the B&B and him with Hank’s case. We haven’t had much time to go out.
As if thinking of him, I’ve summoned the devil himself, Jax struts into Martha Joy’s where I’m parked at and finishing my lunch, hungry eyes locked on me.
“Mr. Kincaid,” he greets. “Fancy meeting you here.”
I chuckle, but the laugh dies in my throat when he leans down, kissing me on the lips in front of everyone in the packed restaurant.
“I can honestly say I wasn’t expecting that,” I joke, caressing his cheek with my palm. “I guess you missed me?”
“Hell yeah, I did, big city man. Come on. I have something I want to show you.” He fishes some cash out of his wallet, dropping it onto the table, before taking my hand and pulling me to my feet.