Total pages in book: 244
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
His whole body trembles.
“Don’t stop,” he mutters, and that command scorches me from head to toe.
“I won’t.”
As I open him, the tightness on his face drains away. His lips curve up.
I feel like a prince. “Can you take another?”
He nods, a little sex drunk now. “Yeah, gimme more,” he says as if he’s floating.
Once I fill him with three fingers, he finds his rhythm. The moans that fall from his lips are filthy. When he opens his eyes, they scan my body, settling on my cock. “Can you come again?”
“Maybe?” I don’t know. But I’m willing to try.
“Get on me,” he says.
I ease out my fingers, coat my palm one more time, then I cover him, getting a hand between us.
“Fuck, baby, yes,” he groans.
Our cocks slide together. I curl my hand loosely around them, give a few slow, tempting strokes.
Wrapping an arm around my back, he jerks my chest closer to his. Our skin is slick and hot. Our breath comes fast. Then, he unleashes a feral moan, a sign he’s on the edge. I tighten the grip and jack us with purpose. In no time, TJ shouts, “Yes, coming now.”
When he shoots in my hand, my dick jumps, getting in on it too, as another orgasm racks my body.
Holy fuck. I haven’t come twice in an hour since—
—since I don’t even know.
Guess I did get lucky in Vegas.
TJ’s breathing like he’s run a race, grinning like he won first place in it.
I feel dizzy and a little lost in all these sensations. But I’m found too, as new wants and wishes demand attention.
How to hold on to those desires is the question.
For now, though, I’m still floating somewhere above the city, and I don’t want to come down.
24
RETURN TO SENDER
TJ
My stomach growls as Jude and I wait in line to order at a hip breakfast eatery in the hotel.
“Must. Eat. Soon,” I moan as I stare at the counter and the food, so close, yet so far away.
Jude pats my arm. “There, there.”
We’ve been waiting twenty minutes already, and I hate lines on principle. I don’t do them. But when I asked Nolan for Vegas food recs, he said Egg-asmic was a must. “Nolan better not be lying. He told me the egg sandwiches live up to the shop’s name,” I say to Jude, showing him the message from my college buddy.
Fair warning: you might come as you eat, so, ya know, get extra napkins.
Jude raises an eyebrow. “That’s a helpful warning. Does it apply to the Egg Solo too? Since I’ll be getting that—no bread and all.”
“I guess you’ll have to find out,” I say.
“Adventures in orgasmic dining.”
The couple in front of us moves up in line. We’re that much closer to ordering. And I’m this much closer to telling Nolan about Jude for real. But it feels weird just to start dropping notes to my buds. Hey, there. That guy I’m seeing in the media? Wanted you to know it’s a fake romance only it’s not really and now you know.
There has to be another way.
And I’ll have to figure it out soon. Nolan’s not the only one I need to come out to about Jude. My brother texted this morning. I click on that note again, my stomach dropping as I show it to Jude. “Chance sent me this today.”
The blond Brit peers at the screen, reading my brother’s words. Oh hey, I’m doing great too, thanks for asking, so cool to learn about your NEW MAN FROM MY WIFE. WHO READ IT IN A BLOG. SENT TO HER BY A FRIEND. Big Bro, Whaddup?
Jude gives me an ouch that stings smile. “So . . . um . . . whaddup?”
I snort. The list of people I need to come clean to is way too long.
Tomorrow night, I’ll introduce Jude to Jason. But what the hell do I say to my brother? Let alone Nolan, Jo, Easton, my parents, and on and on.
I need a plan, but I’m too hungry to think straight. “That is an excellent question, and I’m working on it,” I say.
“Good to know,” Jude says, and I’m glad he’s letting me figure out this friend thing in my own time. Jude’s always been more open about us; he’s giving me the space to catch up, and I appreciate it. “I texted William like we talked about last night.”
“What did he say?”
“That he had—his words—really good fucking totally brilliant bonkers news. And he’d get back to me soon to share the news in all its glory,” Jude says, with an I don’t know what to make of it shrug. “It could be a good sign, or it could be more of the same.”
“You want me to check in with him too? See how he’s doing?”
Jude gives a soft smile. “I would like that. I think he would too.”