Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 34629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
When he finally loosens his hold on my hair and sinks back onto the mattress, his cock falls from my mouth.
He breathes heavily. “I will never get enough of that mouth.”
I climb on top of him, straddling his waist and begin to jerk myself off. Thorne doesn’t even try to take over, just watches me with a satisfied smile on his face.
He nods. “Come on my chest.”
I grunt and do just that. It takes less than a minute of touching myself because I’m so worked up from sucking him dry.
I lean in and fuse my mouth to his, licking into his mouth so he can taste himself on my tongue while strings of cum erupt from my dick and mark his skin.
Thorne kisses me like he’ll never get the chance again. That’s what’s been missing from my life. Every hookup, every groupie, they all knew that it was a one-time deal, yet they didn’t kiss me like it was. Or they didn’t care it was their only shot. Here I am giving Thorne a promise of more, and he still cherishes my mouth and gives me his all.
Thorne pulls away first, and I complain.
“No.”
“No?” He laughs.
“More kissing.” I lean in and capture his mouth again, but he only lets me do it for a few seconds.
“I want more, but after dinner. It’s our turn to cook, apparently.”
I frown. “I have no idea how to cook.”
“I’ll teach you.”
“Orrrr you could do it for me while I sit on the counter and give you moral support with lots of kisses.”
Thorne rolls out from underneath me and uses my shirt to wipe my cum off his chest. He stands there naked, looking at me with something like condescending disappointment in his eyes. “You know, one day, you guys aren’t going to be the uber famous band you are now, and you’re going to have to look after yourselves.”
“Nah. I’ll still have you.”
He pauses and assesses me like he’s trying to figure out if I’m being serious or joking. “Hmm, you just said the one thing that could possibly get you out of learning how to cook.”
I pull my I’m so innocent face. Thorne knows it well.
“You’re such a smartass.” He throws my shirt back at me and then stalks into the bathroom.
“Is it really being a smartass if it’s true?” I call after him.
He grumbles something about emotional manipulation, and I laugh hard.
The fact we can get off with each other but still have the same friendship we’ve always had afterward is probably the best thing about falling for him.
We’re perfect for each other. It might’ve taken a leaked photo and a stripper to realize that, but I sure as fuck know now.
I just need to convince Thorne I’m for real because I get the distinct impression he still doesn’t believe it.
Chapter Eleven
Thorne
The last few days have been an amazing blur of affection and sex with the only person I’ve ever truly loved with my whole heart.
Seb has eased into the role of partner without any hesitation, but I can’t help myself. I’m always looking for a slight flinch at affection or uncomfortableness when the future is mentioned. He hasn’t shown any sign of doubt.
Which is weird because I’m full of it. Not so much about us but outside influences. Maybe it’s only easy for him because we’re hidden away right now. There are no fans, no media, no tabloids.
Here, there’s nothing but us, the closest people in the world to us, and … well, Jasper’s groupie, but she’s pretty nice. Yesterday on the eve of Christmas Eve, we found a freshly cut Christmas tree and decorations outside the front door.
We spent the afternoon putting it up and then Locke whipped out four ugly Christmas sweaters for the band to wear in front of it to post on Instagram. The notifications have been blowing up my phone ever since, so I’ve turned it to silent. I would’ve left it in our bedroom, but I need to be able to check it every now and then to make sure no other crappy scandals have broken out.
A manager’s job is never done.
None of us had organized the tree, and my only thought was of Mason. He had to be the one to have done it, and that makes me smile. He can’t be as bitter as he led on if he’s throwing Christmas spirit on our doorstep.
I’m still hoping he’ll make an appearance tomorrow like I told him to, but I’m not holding my breath. We’ll see what Christmas brings.
At the moment, all I’m focused on is me and Seb. We’re outside by the fire again, a spot that’s quickly becoming our favorite.
We’re under a blanket on a long deck chair, and he’s resting his back against my front. The lounger is narrow so my feet hang off the sides and it’s not the most comfortable, but when Seb’s in my arms, I’m too warm and settled to move.