Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“I like the story where you’re a kindly cowboy better than you as a dragon slayer. Because it would kill me too, Cash. I think that’s what you’re not getting. I need you safe too.”
Our gazes met then, the moment bigger than either of us, so much energy and truth swirling between us. I needed him to understand, but I was out of words. All I could do was pull him closer, kiss him with a desperation I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt before. I needed him in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying.
I attacked his mouth, and for once, he didn’t take over, instead simply swallowing down all the desperation I pushed at him. Funny how familiar he tasted after only a few days, how damn necessary every touch and kiss had become.
“Fuck.” Cash was breathing hard when I released his mouth to explore his neck, loving the prickle of beard on my kiss-swollen lips. “Every time I think I can’t want you more, I do.”
“Yeah. Need you.” I shoved him closer to the nearest outbuilding. “Right here.”
“What is it with you and outdoors?” Cash laughed, but he didn’t head back for the house. He lounged against the small shed, regarding me through hooded eyes like he was curious about my next move.
“We’re hidden by the building and sheets both.” I gestured at the laundry behind us. Sinking to my knees, I grinned up at him. “Bed is too far, and I’d rather get high on sunshine and you.”
“Fuck.” Cash inhaled sharply, abs contracting when I ran a hand across his stomach. “Like I’m gonna turn you down.”
“Good.” I quickly undid his belt and the fly of his jeans, in too much of a hurry to stop and tease. Cash seemed to love rubbing off more than almost anything else, so I still hadn’t had a chance to really explore this way, and I was dying for it. My veins hummed with terror as much as arousal. Needing him this much couldn’t be healthy, but hell if I could slow down now.
His cock was big and thick in my fist, and merely jacking him a few times made my own cock throb. Forget licking and making him beg. I simply went right for swallowing as much of his monster cock as I could. The weight of him on my tongue and the way he stretched my jaw had me moaning around his cock. Sucking hard, I started a fast, aggressive rhythm.
“Oh, hell.” Groaning, Cash tipped his head back against the building. “You’re too good at this.”
“Trying.” I pulled back enough to grin at him. “Love you in my mouth. Want to taste you.”
“Yeah?” Cash rocked his hips, cautiously following my mouth, but I wasn’t having any of that. Hands firmly on his ass, I yanked him forward until he got the idea and thrust more deliberately. “This? You want to get me off fast?”
“Oh yeah. Come on.” Digging my fingers into his meaty ass, I encouraged him to fuck my face until all I could think about was this, sucking him, getting him off, no room for fears or inconvenient emotions. The harder I sucked, working him with my tongue, the more powerful I felt, the further removed from all those lonely moments in the loft. I let the power surge through me, the best high of my life, being able to reduce him to only a series of moans and broken curses.
His cock pulsed, and he groaned even lower. “Danny. Danny. Close.”
Damn. That was the begging I hadn’t even known I wanted. The way he used my name as a plea was almost enough to get me there too. I sped up my mouth, spit dribbling down my chin, everything fast and sloppy as I put every ounce of energy toward getting him off right that fucking moment. I felt his every groan and shudder as if they were my own, and when his cock hardened even more in my mouth, I wanted to shout with victory.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He came on a series of rough groans and curses, taste thick and salty. I swallowed over and over as my cock throbbed painfully against my jeans’ zipper. But hell if I was going to stop long enough to get a hand on myself. I kept sucking until Cash shuddered and shoved at my shoulder.
“Stop. Gonna kill me. So good.” He hauled me upright, raising a cloud of dust as he pulled me tight against him. “Kiss me. I wanna taste me on you.”
He had my fly undone and my cock out before I even realized what he was after. And like I’d done with him, he went right for the good stuff, fast, firm strokes while he kissed me deeply. That was almost sexier than his hand, the way he seemed to need the kiss, hungry mouth and soft groans.