Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Christ,” I murmured, in a state of blissful nothingness unlike anything I’d ever felt. “Holy God. I don’t know if it always feels that good to come with a cock inside, but if so, I’ve been really missing out.”
My words were punctuated with heavy breaths. After coming back down to Earth, I felt him lean over me, gently kissing all over the middle of my back again. He slowly slid out of me, and I turned over, looking up at him with glazed-over eyes.
“Yeah. We’re definitely dumb,” I said.
“The absolute dumbest,” he agreed, “for not doing this all of the goddamn time the past decade.”
“We’re just going to have to fuck five times a day, seven days a week to make up for it,” I joked. “You think you could schedule that in?”
“I think I could find room for it,” he said, a playful smile spreading over his lips. “Tristan, you’re beautiful after you come, you know that?”
“You look like you just tried out for an Olympic marathon, so I don’t think I have anything on you.”
He licked his lips, sighing slowly. “Come rinse off with me in the shower? I think it’s going to take me at least another decade to figure out how the hell I got so lucky, by the way.”
I followed him to the bathroom and we rinsed off, taking turns soaping each other up and leaning into one another, getting lost in a tangle of strokes and kisses and tongues and little nibbles. Apparently Jack could get a little bit philosophical after he came, sometimes, and as we showered he told me various theories about why prostate orgasms feel so good, why massage is good for stress levels, and why kissing is good for mental health.
It was beyond adorable, and getting to see my best friend nerding out about different intimacy theories warmed my heart more than I knew was possible.
And then, by the time we got out and dried off, Jack was explaining one of his theories about why mountain living might be perfect for him.
“The elevation is different, up there. At first, it’s a struggle for the body to get more oxygen. But by living there and working out, the body actually becomes more efficient at processing oxygen. It’s remarkable.”
I paused, tying my towel around my waist as I watched him tug on his sweatpants. “You… you really like the idea of living in the mountains with me, huh?” My heart rate amped up a bit.
He turned to me, taking a long breath in. It was almost obscene how good he looked like this—shirtless with his abs on full display, his toweled-off hair sticking up in a million directions, and the perfect grey sweatpants slung around his waist just low enough to show his deep V lines.
He had no idea how sexy he was, and I wanted to spend my life proving it to him.
“Tristan, I’m almost scared by how much I like the idea of living there with you,” he said softly. “I love the idea of it. I love it so much it hurts a little, like finally discovering paradise and hoping I’m worthy of it. You know?”
I let out a breath. “It wouldn’t be paradise without you,” I said, my voice quiet.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “That’s why I’m going to be right there with you, then.”
I felt a slight tightness in my throat. “How did you get to be so perfect?”
He stepped forward, stroking the side of my face and leaning in to kiss me. “You taught me how to trust. I just had to finally take the damn leap.”
“And thank God you did,” I said, nuzzling against his neck. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have gotten fucked tonight.”
“Exactly.”
“Seriously, though. I know it’s a big deal to move to Colorado,” I said. “You’re going to absolutely love it, but I’m here to help. Okay?”
“I know, baby,” he said. “And over the next months I’m going to have about a thousand different doubts and struggles and stresses. It’s going to be a massive undertaking to move out there, get licensed, and find clients, even with your family’s incredible connections and help, and I kind of can’t even begin to think about it—”
“And you don’t have to think about it now,” I said. “Not tonight, at least.”
“Right.”
“I’ll get you through it,” I said, trailing my fingertips along his chest. “With the power of blow jobs.”
He laughed. “And the power of that perfect fucking ass,” he said, reaching down to squeeze it. “Was it okay, by the way?”
“It was okay enough that I’m already dreaming about the next time you fuck me,” I said.
We brushed our teeth and then I pulled him into the bed again. When we were under the sheets he tucked me up against him, holding me tighter than usual and pressing a kiss to the back of my shoulder.