Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
He trembles against me, and my pulse kicks up a notch because I know we have some serious things to talk about. Evan whimpers and nuzzles his face in my neck. Pup Runt is there; I feel it. His desire is there, wanting to take over because this is a lot for Evan. Despite his fears and embarrassment of his pup needs, they help him let go.
“That feels good, and as much as I love cuddles and belly rubs with Pup Runt, I need Evan for a few minutes.”
He tenses briefly, and at first, I wonder if he took that the wrong way, but then he leans on his elbows, eyes locking with mine, concern in his gaze. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything is perfect, and I want to make sure it stays that way. It’s important that we talk.”
Evan nods, brushing his fingers over my chest like he just wants to touch me. He moves one hand up to my face and rubs my cheek. “You’re right.”
“Where’s your head at right now? With this? With what happened between us?” I touch his hair, run my finger down his face from temple to chin.
“Other than the fact that I just had the best sex of my life? I seriously don’t know how I lived without it.”
“Other than that.” I wink.
“I’d be lying if I didn’t say things have changed with us recently. I feel the switch and I want it, want you, but it scares me too. You’re my best friend, Frankie, the most important person in my life and I’m worried that if we do this, it might hurt us, who we are together, and I couldn’t bear that. But then…shutting the door on the possibility of us makes my chest feel too tight. It’s like I can’t breathe at the thought of not being connected to you like this again.”
My heart surges, a battering ram pummeling my chest. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re killing me here. That was both the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life and the sweetest too.” I sigh, knowing I have to get real with him. I’d be doing both of us a disservice if I didn’t. “I’m scared I’ll fuck it up, somehow. That I won’t end up being what you deserve.”
“Why would you ever—oh.” Evan’s brows pull together. “You’re not your dad. You would never hurt me or anyone else.”
I close my eyes, fighting back the greatest fear of my life. “How do we know that? It wasn’t always like that with them. My dad wasn’t an asshole from the beginning. His blood is in my veins, Evan, whether I like it or not.”
“The fact that you’re sitting here thinking about this at all tells me everything I need to know. But the truth is, even before that, I knew. No one cares about me, about people, as much as you do. It’s okay to be scared. I’m scared too.”
A small stab of guilt pierces me because I feel like I’m supposed to be the one supporting him, being there for him…but in reality, we’re both always there for each other. It’s the way it’s always been. “Fair point. But even outside of my father, I can’t lose our friendship, Ev.”
“I can’t either.”
“Then we make a pact—friendship over fucking.”
He grins. “I like where this is going.”
“We can enjoy this and see where it takes us. I don’t want to close the door on any possibilities with you, but our friendship always has to come first. If we feel like sex, or dating starts to come between that, we stop.”
“Dating?” His eyes damn near glow.
“Yeah. I’m not going to be with anyone while I’m with you, and I hope you’re not planning on it either. We know there are no guarantees in life. Anything can happen, but we know this is different—we’re different together.” We always have been. The connection was there from the first night, and it’s only strengthened since.
Evan climbs over me and straddles my hips. “So, what you’re telling me is, I get to keep my live-in best friend, get to be his pup, but I also get to date him and kiss him and touch him whenever I want? Plus, no one else gets to have him?” He kisses my chest, my left nipple, then my right. “Where do I sign up?”
“You forgot cuddles. Lots and lots of cuddles.”
“I think we just exchanged personalities for a minute,” he replies, and I laugh.
“Or maybe we just get each other, and we’re just really good together.”
“That too.” He kisses my chest again, his hands sliding up my sides before laughter rips from the back of my throat when he begins tickling me.
I twist, writhing beneath him, my dick already getting hard again. Wrapping my arms around Evan, I flip him so he’s on his back. I grab his wrists, holding him down. His legs automatically open for me and I settle between them, feeling his hard cock against me.