Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Stay right there,” I ordered.
He groaned in response, and I had to smile at his prone form. He looked thoroughly fucked out, and I loved it. I loved the way he reacted to me. I couldn’t even think about anyone else doing that to him.
When I came back to the bed with a washcloth, he barely woke enough to acknowledge me. I got him cleaned up as best I could, then tossed the washcloth on the floor and slid into bed next to him, encouraging him to roll over so I could spoon against him.
He gasped when I pushed my half-hard cock into his stretched-out ass. “Remember when I told you I wanted to fall asleep with my cock inside you.”
“I… I thought you were teasing.”
“No, sweetheart. I want you to know your ass is mine even when you’re sleeping.”
“Mmm.” He wiggled back against me and pressed my hand to his chest. “I want to sleep like this every night.”
16
JACOB
I was confused when I woke with an arm pinning me to the mattress. After a few seconds of panicked thinking, I remembered it was Grant. I saw the first signs of dawn outside the window. It was too early for even a rancher to be up, but I needed to use the bathroom.
I tried to slip out from under his arm without waking him, but I’d barely moved when he said, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m just going to the bathroom.”
“Okay. Hurry back.”
I did. He was still awake, waiting for me. When I slid under the covers, he pulled me into his arms. I was still hesitant to let myself believe this was real, but it was hard to fight the sensation of rightness I felt in Grant’s arms. Paradise Ranch already felt like home. “I like sleeping with you.”
He chuckled. “You made that very clear.”
“No. I mean sleeping, actually sleeping. I feel safe. No one’s ever made me feel like that. Trey… he was too cold to ever want to hold me, and as a kid, I was mostly ignored.”
Grant pulled me tighter against him. “I can’t imagine anyone ignoring you. Tell me about it, about your childhood.”
“Don’t you need to get more sleep?”
“Not as much as I need to get to know you better. I know your body quite well now, but I want to know more. I want to know everything.”
“I’m the youngest of three. The oldest is my brother Tom. He’s perfect. Perfect grades, perfect athlete, perfectly straight. My sister Nancy is next, and she’s a hell of a lot of trouble, but she knows how to get attention, and she’s the only girl. My mother fawns over her no matter what she does. I’m five years younger than her and gay with no exceptional talents.”
“That’s just not true.” Grant kissed the top of my head.
“You don’t think so? I just fell asleep with your dick in my ass.”
Grant nipped my neck. “The talent part. Have they tasted your cooking?”
“I wasn’t usually allowed in the kitchen. My parents always acted like the older two had drained all their energy. I was left to take care of myself for the most part. They rarely ever saw me, literally or figuratively.”
He nuzzled my neck where he’d bitten me before. “I’m sorry. No one should be ignored like that. I see you. I saw you from the moment I walked into the bar.”
I knew he meant more than literally laying eyes on me. He had truly seen me and known what I craved from the start.
“There wasn’t money left for me when I graduated, so I didn’t get my college tuition paid for like my siblings. My parents wanted to downsize, so once I graduated from high school, there was no room for me at their house either. I got a shitty apartment and worked in restaurants and bars while trying to get a culinary certificate from a community college.”
“So you already enjoyed cooking?”
“I did. The only other thing I really wanted to do was work with animals, but cooking seemed like a much more practical option. I wasn’t sure I really wanted to cook for a living, though. The problem was, I had no solid plan. That’s part of how Trey was able to lure me in so easily. He gave me a role to fulfill, and I did.”
I wanted to know more, but talking about that bastard was only going to upset him. “Did you teach yourself to cook?”
“No, my grandmother taught me during the summers I spent with her and my grandfather on their farm.”
“That was where you learned to ride a horse too, right?”
“Yeah, those summers were…” I squeezed my eyes shut against the tears that threatened to fall. I missed my grandparents so much. “They were magical. I never wanted to go back home.”
Grant snorted. “I can see why.”