Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
He was so tight, and I knew the way I was pounding him harder and harder had to hurt, but he obviously loved it. “You like taking my dick?”
“Fuck yes.”
“You like being stuffed full?”
He groaned as I pulled out. When I started to push back in as slowly as I could, he fought me, struggling to free himself from the tight grip I had on his hips.
“Be still and take it. I want you to feel every inch.”
“You’re a fucking bastard.”
“And you love it. Every time I’ve tormented you, you’ve come back for more.”
“Fuck you.”
“No, it’s my turn.” I held myself still deep inside him, enjoying the feel of him fighting it. I loved surrendering to him, but this was just as fucking good. I wanted it to last all day, though there was no way in hell that was happening. His ass was milking my cock, and I wasn’t going to be able to resist spilling my load in him for much longer.
I picked up my pace again as I reached under TJ, grasping his dick and working it in time to my thrusts.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy.”
“Good. Now tell me what you need.”
“I hate you.”
“Sure you do, but what do you want? What do you crave?” I tightened my grip on his shaft and gave him a long, slow stroke.
“I need to come, you fucker.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. Rhys. Goddammit, let me come.”
“So you admit I’m in charge, and I get to say when you can.”
He growled. “Right now. Today. Never again.”
“Never?”
“Not for a long time.”
I laughed. “You know you love this.”
“And I love you, but please.”
“All right. Since you asked nicely.”
I fucked him hard and deep. He laid his hand over mine, guiding my strokes until, with a shout Rogue probably heard in the shed, he let go. Cum spilled over my hand as I felt his cock pulse.
His ass squeezed me so tightly it hurt, and that pleasure-slash-pain pushed me over the edge. I knew in that moment, when I was as deep inside of him as I could get in every possible way, that I would do anything I could to convince him to stay here with me. He might hate horses and ranching, but he loved me, and he would miss this bliss we created together as much as I would.
That wasn’t all I would miss. I would miss arguing with him. I would miss him watching me while I was training horses. I’d miss him sneaking up on me in the barn and confessing his secrets over middle-of-the-night pie.
I wanted to beg him not to go, but I bit my lip, keeping the words inside. I’d wait until his brother was safely back home and he was no longer officially a client. I wanted him to stay here because it was what he chose, but I intended to heavily influence his choice.
We collapsed into a sweaty heap. I knew our knees would be bruised and his ass would be aching, but it was so worth it.
TJ exhaled loudly. “I really needed that.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“I told you I’d enjoy anything with you.”
“This won’t be the last time I fuck you like this.”
“No?”
His breathless voice let me know what response he wanted. “Absolutely not.”
He groaned when I pulled out of him. I spread his cheeks and looked down at his abused hole and realized why he’d been so fascinated watching his cum slide out of me. It was hot as hell. I’d never fucked a man without a condom, but seeing what I’d done, how I’d filled his ass, made me wish I could do it all over again right that second.
I ran my fingers through the sticky fluid and lifted them to TJ’s mouth. “Suck.”
He seized my wrist so tightly I wondered if he might break it as he drew all my fingers into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make me dizzy.
“Good?”
“Perfect.”
He rolled to his side and lifted his arm. “Lay here with me for just a few minutes. I know we need to get back, but I want to hold you.”
There wasn’t anything I wanted more. Arturo was safe. Franco was dead. And it wasn’t going to hurt anyone if we took some time for ourselves.
35
TJ
Rhys and I dozed for several hours before slowly making our way back to the house. After quickly checking on Arturo, I put Rhys to bed and told him to sleep in. Rogue had promised to take care of the horses the next morning.
Surprisingly, I woke before Rhys did. He stirred when I got up, but I kissed his forehead, tucked him back in, and insisted he stay there as long as he wanted.
No one else was in the kitchen when I got there, but thankfully there was coffee in the pot. I poured myself a cup and stood on the porch drinking it as I contemplated the events of the day before. Rhys was mine. Truly mine. I knew we’d have a hell of a lot of obstacles to work through, but we had a chance when I’d never thought we would.