Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I relax into his hold.
It’s kind. Gentle.
I hook my arms around him and tug him close, appreciating his sympathy.
But I also feel guilty for those pieces of our history I didn’t share. Not only because it would be confusing to him, but it confuses me too.
I still love Kieran, but I hate him too, and the two parts of my being are constantly at war as I struggle with how he betrayed me so cruelly. And with this rift he caused between Simon and me.
13
JONAS
Now I have his full name: Kieran Haynes.
I want to google him, but since my chat with Simon, my paranoia has intensified. What if he’s tracking my phone, or what if he were to get ahold of it and look through my search history? This guy could effortlessly hire someone to hack my phone and get any info he wanted.
No, an internet search was too great a risk.
Still, that didn’t mean I couldn’t come across the name another way, one that wouldn’t rouse suspicion. So I google Hawthorne Heights once again, scouring the search results for that name.
But it’s a dead end.
I’m getting used to dead ends when it comes to the Hawthornes, so I accept I’ll have to wait until Ryan’s comfortable sharing more.
I choose to focus on the things that matter. As far as work is concerned, I’m good at this, and Forsyth and Morgan are reliable coworkers I get along with. As for Charity and Aunt Amy, they’re situated at the hospital in NY, and after some rushed testing and analysis that I figure Simon’s money played a large part in, they’ve already got her on a chemo regimen tailored specifically for her.
Everything Simon has promised has come to fruition, which makes it easier for me to enjoy nights with Ryan.
On one of these incredible nights, I thrust into Ryan, his eyes sealed shut as I serve his ass. He grips my pec with one hand and cups my side with the other.
“Harder. Destroy my hole with that fucking battering ram.”
I obey, staring at his open mouth as his body trembles on the mattress beneath me, my sweat dripping onto his cheek as I think, Please open your eyes. Look at me.
It’s moments like these when I can forget, for just a few moments, that I’m his hired cock. About all the messed-up shit that’s the reason I’m really here, as I drill away, the rhythmic clapping of my hips making contact with his ass combining with the squeaking of the springs in his bed.
I feel like his fucking sex toy, and I love it.
Between his moans and the intense pressure in my cock, I’m getting close.
As I watch his head roll back and hear him moan, not for the first time, I know it must feel amazing to have a cock ramming into a prostate. I imagine us in this position, with him fucking me, dominating me. There’s a jolt of sensation, and the pressure in my hips climbs.
Not going to be much longer, and the thought of my cum buried in him is too much for me.
“Kiss me, Jonas. Kiss me now,” he whispers.
I lean close and take his mouth, his tongue slipping past my lips, and then he pulls away and says, “Hurry and come. I’m gonna shoot.”
I’m relieved because it’s too fucking late for me, and my cock pulses. His ass clenches around me, keeping me tight inside him as I thrust to finish, and when I hear a familiar moan, I look down to see him spurting across his abs.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I say before kissing him some more, my body urging me through a few more thrusts like it wants to make sure I get every last drop of my cum inside him.
I hook my arms under his pits and pull him close till I feel his cum on my stomach.
Licking and nibbling. It’s that feeling I get with him, like we’re not even human. Just stray dogs who met in an alley and started going at it, without inhibition or reservations. Hungry with lust and submitting to wild, primal impulses.
After we clean up, I rest in the bed beside Ryan, and all those things I’m able to set aside while we fuck come rushing back.
That his brother’s watching us.
That I’m only in this bed because I’m being paid to be.
That I look like a man Ryan once loved.
I take a sip of the cocktail he made me, then set it on the nightstand.
Ryan rolls toward me and smiles. “That was better than usual.”
“It was very hot,” I say, my cheeks warming.
“You don’t get to blush after giving me a pounding like that.”
Now my face must be really fucking red.
“Why are you getting like that? We’ve been messing around for weeks. Aren’t you comfortable around me?”
“Yeah. I am. I’m also comfortable being embarrassed in front of you…or as comfortable with that as I can be.”