Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Make a mess for us, ragazzo.” I pushed my fingers deeper into his mouth until he gagged. And a beat later, he hauled in a ragged breath and choked as he went rigid. My hand flooded with his hot come, and it set me off.
A growl emanated from my chest, and I slammed forward and let it all go. The orgasm consumed me, drowned me, and zinged and zapped its ecstasy to every pleasure point in my body. It fucking drained me.
August collapsed on top of me at some point, and it made me keenly aware of a cute, wriggling Camden underneath me. I chuckled, completely out of breath, and managed to nudge August back before I pulled out.
“I can’t stop shivering,” Camden croaked. “I can’t move either. I think there’s a Camden-shaped impression in the mattress now.”
August laughed under his breath. “So we’ll have two of you.”
I grinned and scrubbed a hand over my mouth. Christ. I was spent. “Let’s shower before we change the sheets.”
Camden huffed pitifully. “Did you not hear the part about me not being able to move?”
That was okay. I could carry him. Maybe.
Chapter 16
I’d never been this conflicted before. With my heart and body screaming at me to say three little words to August and Camden, my brain told me it was time to get the fuck out of Nashville and screw my head on right. Love didn’t happen that quickly. It couldn’t. It was nothing but an intense infatuation, and having spent these ten days with them had clouded my judgment. I was high on them.
I needed to come down from that high.
“Don’t cry, baby boy.” I dipped down and kissed Camden’s cheeks, his nose, and his eyelids. “We’ll see each other soon, won’t we?”
He sniffled and nodded, refusing to let go of me.
I cleared my throat, struggling to withhold my own emotions, but August and I had to be the voice of reason or some such bullshit.
“You should probably leave before I tie you to the bed.” August stepped closer and kissed me firmly. “We all have some thinkin’ to do.”
I nodded and swallowed hard, kinda terrified to think about what they would feel once they’d come down from this high. Because their judgment was clouded too.
“I expect frequent updates from the road.” August leveled me with a serious look. “Make sure you eat and rest properly. Don’t drive when you’re tired.”
I cupped the back of his neck and kissed him. “Don’t worry.”
He scoffed. “Next, you’ll be tellin’ me not to breathe.”
I chuckled and squeezed Camden to me a little harder. “All right, I’mma head out. You both have my number. Don’t be afraid to use it.”
I felt robbed the instant Camden reluctantly let me go and plastered himself to August instead. Who knew when I’d touch them again? We were officially untangled physically, and there was nothing left to do but climb into my truck and leave their ranch.
“Drive safe!” Camden croaked.
My throat closed up, so I only managed a nod and a two-finger wave. Then I shut the door and started the engine. Truck filled with food and instruments, and possibly a T-shirt I’d stolen from August, heart left behind.
Cazzo.
Soon I’d be writing tragic country songs too.
I put on my shades and drove up the dirt road, over the crest, until the ranch disappeared from the rearview.
I released a breath and sniffled.
It took nearly nine hours on the road before I caught up with Nicky and the others on the bus.
They’d left Tennessee at the crack of dawn, whereas I’d dragged out my morning for as long as possible.
We stopped at a gas station to stretch our legs and get something to eat, and I could sense Nicky’s questions coming from a mile away. He chose to dive in when I walked off to a picnic area to have a smoke.
“How you feelin’?” he asked.
I shrugged and scratched my elbow. “Kinda numb at the moment.”
He nodded and sat down on the edge of the table.
I assumed we’d make another stop along the way, and by then, I’d need to put on a hoodie.
“For what it’s worth, I hope youse find a way,” he said. “It’s been ages since I saw you as happy as you were at the barbecue.”
I smiled faintly and exhaled some smoke. “My head’s fucked,” I admitted, hesitating whether or not to go on. But in the end, I wanted his input. “After Saturday, I kept thinking maybe I was falling in love or some shit. Even though it’s way too soon for that.”
That made him smile a little too, but it was too smug for my liking. “It doesn’t have to be, Anthony. Don’t let your, uh, advanced age fool you into believing everything that happens quickly needs to be slowed down.”
“My advanced—hey, fuck you.” I glared at him.