Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
How in the hell could this kid still be talking? I could barely breathe. My heart felt like it was about to explode.
He was perfect.
I didn’t answer him, just grabbed the back of his thighs like earlier and pushed them against his chest. During the movement, I accidentally moved my hips enough to slide the rest of my dick deep inside him. He yelped in surprise and discomfort. I moaned in delight. “You okay? Please be okay. I didn’t mean to do that, but it happened.”
He wiggled his ass. Hissed. Wiggled again. Hissed again.
“Are you…like supersized or something? That’s a tight fit, right?”
I wouldn’t have laughed but when he did, I felt like it gave me the green light. I downsized it to a chuckle. “Yes, it’s a tight fit. Is it too tight? We can stop anytime you want to, babe.”
“Hell, no, we can’t,” he quipped. “I’ve worked hard to get to this point. Just give me a few minutes. Seconds. Well, however long it takes to not feel like you’re about to split me wide open.” He winked at me. “Just kidding. It feels fucking good. Start moving. Now.”
“Bossy little bottom, aren’t you?”
“Did you ever expect anything different?”
Slowly, just in case he hadn’t been completely honest, I started thrusting my hips, driving my cock inside him and pulling it back out. In and out. Slow and gentle. Once I felt him meeting my thrusts, I tilted my hips so that I would nail his prostate with each thrust. He screamed. My fingers found his nipples and pinched. He screamed again…and exploded ropes of come onto his chest. When I felt the muscles of his ass flutter with his orgasm, I filled the condom with my own release.
Hours later, after I’d taught him the difference between making love and fucking—and showing him I was a huge fan of both—I finally paused long enough for my brain to catch up to my body. With Micah snuggled in my arms, his soft snores the only sound in the suite, I waited for the panic to overtake the endorphins flowing through my body. It would surely happen because there were so many things wrong with any type of relationship, physical or emotional, between Micah and I. There was the age gap—he was about the same age as my son. There was the work connection—no doubt they would frown on it. Of course, there was always the huge long-distance issue. I was pretty much stationery while Micah traveled the world on a regular basis. Those were the top of the why-it-won’t-work list and there were many others to go with those.
No panic. No second-guessing or wishing I hadn’t done what I did…because it was the best damn thing I’d done in my life. The endorphins kept flowing, flattening all my worries before they could gain any solid ground in my head.
As I continued to lay there, I realized what it was. While the obstacles might be huge, I knew Micah would be worth the fight. Ari might throw one of his famous temper tantrums, probably call me a dirty old man, but would end up on whatever side made me happy—he was a good son that way. He’d also love Micah because they were so much alike. Shit…that sounded creepy but it wasn’t. Samantha’s outrage would be off the charts, but I felt confident that once I’d proven my feelings for Micah, she’d forgive all.
Fuck…what were my feelings?
What were Micah’s feelings?
There was a damn good chance I was blowing what we were sharing completely out of proportion. He acted like it was special—his eyes told me we were special.
Damnit, no matter what, I was going to fight to make him mine.
*****
Jinx
As I slowly tried to wake myself up, I became aware of two things. First, I was sprawled, completely naked, directly on top of a human heater. Second, and my favorite, my body ached in places that it had never, ever ached before. Talk about being ridden hard and put up wet…yeah, that was me, except Landon had taken the time to wet a washcloth with warm water and wipe me down before I passed out from over-fucking.
I should feel weird. Different. Maybe questioning my decision to ‘switch teams,’ so to speak. I didn’t feel any of those things, though. Nope. I was good; I was better than good. For the first time in my life, I’d put my wants and needs above everyone else. I’d wanted Landon and, by fuck, I’d gone after him with every weapon in my arsenal.
Now…to keep him.
How did one go about achieving such a feat? I’d never been in a relationship myself, so zero knowledge was what I had to offer. I definitely couldn’t look at my parent’s ‘business arrangement’ and learn anything from them. Hell, I didn’t know a single person in a solid relationship. That sucked. I could Google it, but that kinda made me a total loser.