Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
And I finish it by gripping his shirt and dragging him backward toward the beds. I turn and push him down, but he quickly stands again. “That one’s Talon’s, and I don’t think he’d appreciate us fucking in his bed.”
“Is that what we’re doing? Now we’re in a serious relationship and shit, isn’t the sex meant to stop?”
“If that’s what you think a relationship is, I’m out. Right now.”
I bring him close and breathe him in. “I really did create a monster when I took your virginity, didn’t I?”
“First, you didn’t take my virginity. And second, my coaches will be able to blame you for my lack of concentration because all I’ll be able to think about on the field is your end zone.”
“Mmm, speak football to me. Ooh, in your Southern accent.”
Matt’s lips latch onto my earlobe and then trail down my neck. “Instead, how ’bout I fuck you so hard you cain’t remember your bank balance and the only thing fallin’ from yer lips will be mah name?”
I groan. “I know this isn’t the point, but I already don’t know my bank balance. Unless a lot is an official currency.”
“Get on the bed,” he growls.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m on my back faster than a virgin on a hooker. We shed our shirts, shoes, and socks, and Matt drops his pants and boxers, while I fumble with my stupid jeans.
Never go designer jeans. Stupid buttons instead of a zipper.
“Do you have supplies?” Matt asks.
That stops me short. “No. Don’t you? You’re the one who moved here.”
“Not in Milwaukee. Who was I going to fuck at training camp?”
“Who was I going to fuck here when we were broken up?” I throw back. “You don’t even have lube for jerking off? I was tested after Aron, and I haven’t been with anyone—”
“Nrgh.” Matt bites his knuckles. “There is nothing I want more than to go bareback with you, but I didn’t bring lube. Again, training camp. Didn’t think I’d have much downtime to jerk off.”
“Hotel freebie lotion?” The whine in my voice is hard to hide.
“Eww, I ain’t putting that cheap shit near my junk.”
“Oh, sorry, Your Highness. I didn’t realize you were a connoisseur of hand lotions.”
Instead of throwing me a comeback, Matt reaches for my jeans and takes them off the rest of the way. “We have our mouths. And our hands. I’ll fuck you when you move in.” He climbs on the end of the bed, and his head dips, his mouth so close to my aching, swollen cock, but I grip his hair and pull his head back.
“You want me to move in with you?”
“Isn’t that what you meant when you said you were moving to Chicago?”
“Uh … no. I didn’t think that far ahead, only that I want to be with you. But I want to live with you. Yes, I want to move in with you.”
This time when his head moves toward my cock, I don’t stop him. He swallows me down with that talented mouth of his, and as much as I love it, I want more.
“Matt.” I pull him up, and his body slides over me. Precum and his saliva mix, and our cocks align, grinding against each other easily. When Matt rocks his hips, my eyes roll back in my head. “Goddamn it.”
He continues to move over me, frotting against me while he whispers claiming words over my skin and my new favorite three words: I love you.
When we both become frantic, I grab his ass and ride out my pleasure. He pushes harder to the point the headboard bangs against the hotel wall, but I don’t care if Matt’s teammates are on the other side. I’m so far past gone I need to come.
As I think I can’t take anymore, Matt shudders above me, and it triggers my release.
Moans and hard breaths is all I hear when Matt buries his head in my shoulder, but then a voice that doesn’t belong to either of us says, “Umm …”
“Talon.” Matt scrambles off me and covers me with the sheet while he wraps the comforter around his waist.
His teammate stares blankly at us, his mouth hanging open. “Umm …”
I wonder if that’s the only thing he can say.
Matt doesn’t know what to say either.
When my gaze travels over Talon and lands on a very obvious bulge in his pants, I wonder how long he was watching us and why a straight guy would get turned on by that. I don’t have time to overanalyze before Talon finally regains his composure.
“I’m glad you guys got your shit together, but uh, no visitors in the rooms.”
Right. “That’s my cue,” I say and go to get up.
“Wait,” Talon says. “I’ll, uh, go down to the hotel bar for a drink while you … uh, dress. And, umm, yeah … drink. Bar.”