Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
He wasn’t talking about the wrestling match or whatever it was we were doing. He knew it, and I knew it too.
“I don’t lose,” I said as I leaned forward and tried to bite his neck. It was the distraction I needed to flip us a second time and take control. “Who’s on top now?” I asked and then, “Oh fuck,” as he pinched my side which made me wince and gave him the perfect opportunity to take control again.
We went back and forth. There was a part of me that knew he had to be going easy on me, fucking ninja that he was. If anyone saw us right then, they would’ve thought we were crazy. And maybe we were because we’d been fighting and then wrestling and now…a laugh tumbled from my lips as we rolled around like a couple of idiots. It was as though it was contagious and Sean started laughing too. Our chests and stomachs vibrated against each other.
“Have you had enough?” he asked as he held my arms over my head.
“Fuck no.”
“Give up, Ethan. I caught you,” he said and again, I had a feeling he wasn’t talking about wrestling.
“I don’t know how to give up,” I admitted. I’d spent my life pushing through, fighting to be strong on my own. I didn’t know how to depend on anyone…how to trust anyone. I didn’t know how to spend the day with his family and to not be afraid I didn’t belong.
I twisted and tried to shove him off me, but somehow all it did was make it so I now lay on my stomach. Sean held my hands behind my back and he lay on top of me…his mouth next to my ear.
“This is new for me too. I…I didn’t plan for this to turn into more than a fuck, but it did. I care about you. I don’t know where it will lead…maybe nowhere at all, but I’m not going to run. Tell me you’re not going to run either.”
I couldn’t answer. It was as if there was a fist around my throat.
“Don’t run, Ethan,” he said softly against my ear. “We both know how quickly life can change. How everything can be snatched away from you. Let’s just…see what happens.”
My chest heaved in and out. The grip around my neck eased up. He was right. I didn’t know how it happened but I cared about him too…and I didn’t want to walk away. I fought. I always had.
“I think…I think I care about your cocky ass too,” I admitted and even without seeing him, I knew he was smiling. “Don’t think I’m admitting that again.”
“I wouldn’t dare think that.”
“Don’t think this means I’m going to let you keep winning fights either.”
He chuckled. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
We both knew I hadn’t let him win.
Sean rolled off me, lay on his side, and looked at me. I closed my eyes when he reached out and fingered my hair.
“How’d this happen?” I asked. I’d never let myself care about anyone since the day my parents died.
“I don’t know,” he answered. “But I’m glad it did.”
I opened my eyes, took him in. Fuck, he was gorgeous. “Obviously.” I grinned and then, “I’m glad it happened too.”
He leaned forward and kissed me. I rolled on top of him and this time, he didn’t fight me. My body rested between his legs. His dick was hard and mine fucking ached already.
He grabbed my ass, and his tongue swept my mouth and fuck, I really didn’t want to walk away from him. I wanted this. Wanted to see where it would go.
I jerked back then frowned and he asked, “What?”
“I have a boyfriend.…” Holy fuck. A little over a month ago, I hadn’t even realized I was bi and now I had a boyfriend.
“I like the sound of that,” Sean replied and then kissed me until I forgot to be afraid.
26
Sean
After how stressed he was on the ride back to the condo, all I wanted was to break through the walls he’d put up.
I was good at that. It was one of the reasons I caught his interest initially, and I was just happy he couldn’t deny the competitive streak in him when I started our little wrestling match.
I couldn’t let him leave feeling like shit, and boy did that pay off. Not just because it was hot as hell, but because we’d both finally admitted what we wanted out of what we were doing—which was more than being fuck buddies. I knew what was going on before our discussion, but hearing him admit it meant everything to me, especially as the word boyfriend slipped past his lips.
But after our fight, our dicks were throbbing, aching for relief, and I felt like it was my fucking job to give him that.