Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Okay,” I said with a sigh. “I promise that isn’t what I was trying to do.”
“I know, but still,” he prodded me, leaning down close. “I know what’s best for me.”
“Yes,” I agreed, shutting the door forever on my making assumptions about his career and future. If I was asked, I would give my opinion, but really, no one liked someone else doing their thinking for them. Bodhi had always particularly hated that. It was why he and his family—his parents and his two siblings—were estranged. They all thought he should have taken another road with both his career and his sexuality. And I understood them being scared about him being a marshal or thinking it wasn’t what they wanted for him, but who he wanted to sleep with was wired in his DNA, it was not a choice he’d made. But being like them, in any way, thinking I knew best, was not something I wanted between us. I would never put another roadblock between us when now, finally, there were none. “Forgive me.”
“You’re forgiven,” he said, and I saw how warm his eyes were as he looked at me. “Because you know me better than anyone, and I know, if I just told you, that you’d listen.”
“It’s true. I promise.”
His grin was suddenly mischievous, and my heart flipped over. “And for my part, we can leave this sling off the rest of today, and you can tell me if you want to put it back on in the morning. Yes?”
“Yes.”
He crossed his arms then, looking down at me. “There’s something else.”
It was really something how he could read micro expressions on my face, subtle nuances no one else could pick up.
“Tell me,” he demanded, but it was gentle, easy.
“I want to tell you that I’m rested, and while you have to be careful of my arm, I promise you, I won’t break.”
“I see.”
“You won’t hurt me,” I reiterated.
“You’re making that very clear.”
“I am.”
“Because?”
“I’ve known you nearly six years,” I said.
He nodded.
“And first it was me wanting you, and then later you wanting me, but we were never lined up. Never on the same page.”
“Until now,” he teased me, arching an eyebrow.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I growled at him. “Would you please just attack me already?”
“So aggressive.”
I huffed out a frustrated breath.
“Fine,” he said indulgently. “I guess I can do you a favor.”
I gasped, and he snorted out a laugh, then dropped down onto the bed and crawled over me, taking my mouth in a kiss that made me moan with happiness.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked between kisses.
“Yes, thanks, you’re very good to me.”
“Just wait.”
I slipped my good arm around his back, holding him to me, keeping us together.
It was endless, his lips on mine, devouring mine, owning mine. I belonged there, with him, to him, and things settled deep inside me because this was us at home in our life. He was in my bed, my room, that was now our bed, our room. I needed these assurances to feel the change, and now I had them.
Lifting up, he climbed over me slowly, sensuously, moving like he was boneless until he was sitting with his ass pressed to my groin, straddling my hips. “You want me,” he said, staring down into my eyes.
“Yes,” I murmured as he slid forward and back, one hand pressed to my chest. And it was still a bit tender there, but not enough to make me want him to stop. “Could you have me already?”
When he lifted his leg and rolled sideways, I was going to protest, but immediately, he started shucking out of his clothes.
I did the same with the sweats and briefs I’d changed into, getting them off each hip and then shoving them down and off. I got stuck on the T-shirt, and he was chuckling as he untangled me, the sound so carnal, my cock instantly took notice.
“You’re so beautiful, Jed,” he said hoarsely, his voice thick.
“You have that backward,” I assured him, hooking my hand around the back of his neck to pull him down to me for another kiss.
His tongue opened my lips and swept inside as he wrapped a hand around my length, gently but firmly stroking me from balls to head.
“Oh, Jed, please,” he husked, his breath warm on my face as he spoke, taking both his cock and mine in hand, stroking us together.
I realized that five years of yearning were about to culminate in absolute combustion, because just looking at him, the desire crystal clear in his eyes, was going to make me come.
“I’m all yours,” I told him, “but please don’t think I’m bad in bed just because I’m not going to last this very first time when you touch me.”
“Same,” he agreed, and kissed me again, hungrily, his hand making me writhe in his grip, and combined with the counterpoint of his cock, hot, pressing against mine, was too much. I came hard, bucking forward, my body contorting like a spasm, holding there, everything drawn so tight in that moment when I gushed in his hand.