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)
“Sorry if they were too intense.”
“They weren’t. Don’t apologize for them. It was perfect.”
He pulled into his parking spot at his condo. “No, you are.” I could hear the playfulness in his voice. Could hear Sean trying to make things light because that worked so well for us.
“Obviously,” I replied. “That’s how I snagged you. My perfect ass and my perfect cock. You really had no chance against me.”
Sean didn’t laugh as I’d thought he would. “No, I didn’t.” Then the crazy motherfucker climbed over the center console and straddled my lap. I grabbed his ass and he took my mouth and we made out like we were teenagers. I realized then that maybe Sean had saved me in more ways than I thought.
32
Sean
I lay stretched out on top of Ethan, his cock buried within me as we continued kissing.
He’d come several minutes earlier, but we weren’t finished licking, groping. He even kept pushing into me slightly, his cock nearly as hard as when he came. It was like he just couldn’t get enough of my ass.
As I pulled away from him, I checked his expression, filled with eagerness and excitement as he gripped my ass cheeks, massaging his fingers against them.
“Well, Mr. Harris, I think you get an A for that performance,” I told him.
“Don’t I always get an A?”
“Sometimes you get my A…and sometimes you get my D. It depends on what mood we’re in.”
I figured he’d laugh at the joke, but his expression turned serious, lips pressed together and eyebrows pulling together.
He tilted his head. “Tell me about these pranks your mom was telling me about—the ones you and Brady used to play on each other.”
“Well, that wasn’t where I was expecting tonight to go. Why did you ask me that?”
“I noticed the look in your eyes when your mom was talking about him and those days, and you looked…very happy. Like you were looking back in time and savoring those experiences, thinking about when you guys were together.”
I turned and looked toward his bathroom door as I reflected on Brady, feeling the usual sadness that came along with thinking about him.
He rested his hand on my face and urged me to turn to him so that I looked him in the eyes once again. “Don’t look away. I’m not trying to make you sad. The opposite, really. You looked like, for a moment, thinking about him was making you happy, and I wanted to know what you were thinking about.”
The memory I’d been fixated on when we were around the fire pushed back into my thoughts, and even just musing on it made me snicker. “Spiders really freaked me out, so Brady bought this plastic one from this Halloween outlet store that he worked near when he was in high school. He started hiding it in my bed and stuff like that so I’d find it. And oh, I would scream as soon as I saw it. Like…a shrill cry because it would freak me out so much.”
Thinking about my ridiculous scream made me laugh, and I felt kind of dumb laughing at my own scream, but I didn’t see any judgment in Ethan’s expression, only interest. And it was nice seeing someone who wanted to hear about my brother—who didn’t feel like it was a weird thing reflecting on the good times we shared.
“Right now, it’s funny, but back then, I was so mad at him. I don’t think you understand just how freaked out I was when I would stick my leg under the covers and feel that thing rub against my leg. Mom was tucking me in one night when I found it and I leaped out of the bed. When she realized what had freaked me out, she about suffocated from laughing so hard. I insisted she needed to get him in trouble, and she said she would punish him, but it wasn’t exactly encouraging when she gave him a high five.”
“Yep. I can totally see Barbara doing that. Did you get him back for it?”
“Of course I did. Clearly, there wasn’t any justice in our house, so I had to take matters into my own hands. He had this girl who would come over and study with him sometimes, so I made this little Valentine’s Day heart for her. I wrote her name in ruby-red glitter and made up some poem that I printed off so she wouldn’t be able to tell it wasn’t his writing. I confessed his secret love and everything. And when he came home the next afternoon, oh, he was mad. He chased me into my room and I was calling out how sorry I was, but he did a quick take-down on me and put his knee on my shoulder. Then I called out uncle, and he started laughing.”