Turn Me On (The Boyfriend Zone #2) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Forbidden, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boyfriend Zone Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
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Him sinking into me.

Him covering me.

A fire rages inside me, and I stoke it. “Gimme more,” I urge.

“Take it,” he growls.

And when he’s all the way in, I sink to my chest, my arms at my sides. With just the force I want, he pushes the side of my face into the cushion.

Yes, fucking yes.

“Like that?” The question comes out tenderly. It’s the first time he’s done this to me.

“Just like that,” I murmur, confirming I’m all good.

Then, he twists my arms behind my back, gripping my wrists together with one hand. With his other hand, he tugs my ass higher.

Slowly, torturously slowly, he eases back. “This what you missed? Your man taking care of you?”

I shudder. “Missed this so much,” I moan into the cushion.

He pushes deeper, taking his sweet time. “Your man spending all night pleasing you?”

“Every night,” I mutter, and I’m not even sure I can speak anymore. My brain is melting. My body is molten, and I’m lost in the sensations. His hands pinning me, my face shoved into the pillow, his cock driving home.

But most of all, I’m falling apart from his demanding words.

“Need you to do something for me,” he mutters.

“Anything.”

“Say it. Say my man is fucking me,” he instructs.

My heart is on fire now too as I turn my face, meet his dirty gaze as best I can. “My man is fucking me,” I say, and I’ve never seen Zane look as blissed out as he does right now.

Like he’s about to shoot first. But that’s not his style.

Instead, he lets go of my hands, jerks me up so my back is flush to his chest. “Stroke that dick. Wanna see you come,” he growls.

I grip my shaft. In a few quick pumps, pleasure annihilates me until I’m shuddering and unloading on the towel. I collapse onto my forearms under the weight of a world-class orgasm. But even while gasping for breath, I pant out an order too. Sometimes, I like to give them. “Come on me. All over me.”

Zane pulls out, shuttling his fist along his length. I watch as the man shoots on my back with a roar. When he finishes, he slides his palm through his release, slowly, like a caress as he spreads his orgasm all over me. Marking me. Claiming us.

He collapses, falling to his side, pulling me next to him, both of us smeared in the evidence of the way we need to fuck. And like this, coming together, I can see our future day after night, night after day.

I’m sure he can too, as he whispers in my ear, low and tender. “Maddox.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m yours. I have been since the night I met you.”

I smile, feeling the passion and all the possibilities ahead of us. “I know. I’ve always known.”

I just had to find a way through our present so I could reach for our future. And now, I have it.

31

CEREAL AND EGGS

Zane

The sun streams through the bedroom window in the morning warming my skin. I draw a deep inhale, catching the scent of ocean breeze on the pillow. When I open my eyes, the bed’s empty. The home is quiet. But I’m not worried.

This time, I know he’s coming back. Well, it’s his house. But still, I have faith in him, and in us.

I sigh happily, push up in bed, and grab my phone from the nightstand. Damn. It’s already eleven. I turn off do not disturb and text messages rain down.

My brother. Are you having Cinnamon Life cereal or eggs? I’m guessing both since you didn’t come back.

Then Gunnar. Lunch before BP? There’s a cool new spot by the ballpark. Trace wants to join.

Vance too. Can’t wait for the game! Don’t play too hard, buddy. Just remember no one tries in the All-Star Game.

He’s right, but taking it easy on the diamond is not a language I speak.

After a quick reply to my brother, I scroll past the others to the texts I want most.

Maddox: Hey, you. I’m going for a run. I know—you’re not surprised. Text me when you get this.

That was sent four hours ago. He’s so fucking cute. There’s another from three hours ago.

Maddox: I’m back. You should win an award for your sleeping prowess.

I smile, clicking to one sent two hours ago.

Maddox: I don’t have to go to the office today, but I couldn’t work in my home office either. Not sure I could focus after what we did there last night. But if you ever get your ass out of bed, you’ll find me working poolside. Don’t give me a hard time for working. I love work. But feel free to give me a hard time.

He sent one forty-five minutes ago too.

Maddox: I’m taking a scooter to Abbott Kinney to grab something for you to eat from a new organic food truck. Yes, I said scooter. Do not laugh.


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