Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and flared his nostrils. I leaned in and ran my chin along his shaft before grabbing the base of it and licking the crown of his cock.
The whispered sound of my name hit my ears, encouraging me to keep going. I sucked the tip into my mouth and ran my tongue around it.
After that, things went fast, and my brain melted. Jonah was active and responsive in bed, whimpering, muttering, and shouting as I pushed his buttons and touched him in all the right places. He drove me wild, and I couldn’t get enough. We sucked each other off, felt each other up, and jacked each other until I felt like a heap of wet and tangled string.
Our bodies were covered in sweat, and the sounds of heavy panting filled my bedroom. “This wasn’t what I intended when I brought you here,” I admitted in a rough voice. “I promise.”
Jonah turned his head to face me. His messy hair looked good on my pillow. “Regrets?”
“Fuck no. Hell no.”
His crooked smile shot darts at my chest. “Good. Me neither.”
He looked up at the ceiling, where the hand-hewn logs showed off a warm, matte lustre. “This place is gorgeous. Did you build it?”
“My brothers and I did. And Poke and Maggie. Their uncle is a finish carpenter. He helped a ton.”
He turned back to me. “Wait, I meant… I was asking if you had it built. You actually built it?”
“With a lot of help. And it took a long time. Three summers. I’ve only been in it two years now.”
Jonah’s eyes held admiration. “That’s an incredible accomplishment. You should be proud of yourself.”
I was, but hearing him say it felt even better. “Thanks,” I murmured, reaching out to link our fingers together on the bed between us. We lay in quiet companionship until he rolled over and laid his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around him and held him close.
“Never have you ever had sex with a real-life Alaskan?” I suggested.
He laughed and threw a leg over mine. His hand toyed with the hair on my chest. “I’m gonna write the hell out of that article. Lay it out in delicious detail. It’s a gay dating site, Pete. They’d love it.”
I reached out a finger to trace the shallow dimple in his cheek. “What else do you have planned this week?”
Jonah turned his head to lick my chest before leaving a sucking kiss there. “Let’s see… Hiking with nature photography in hopes of seeing some animals I’ve never seen before. I booked a tour with an Iditarod dog sled team, and they said they’d take me out on a ride. Don’t know how if there’s no snow, but I guess that’s part of what I’ll learn.”
“There’s still snow up on some of the trails, but they also have a wheeled sled they use in the summer. Do you remember who you’re going with?”
“My travel office arranged it, but I think it involves a flight. Maybe you’re the one taking me?”
Part of me hoped so, even though I knew my brother usually did those runs. Selfishly, I wanted more time with him. Now that he was here with me, in my home and in my arms, I didn’t want to let him go. But at the same time, I knew I was treading into dangerous territory.
Living in small-town Alaska wasn’t easy, and you could never trust that someone from outside would be able to handle it. Or if they were even the person you thought they were.
Ask me how I knew.
Maybe I needed to enjoy today for what it was: Jonah’s “Never Have I Ever” Alaskan fling. We could explore each other’s bodies while he was busy exploring the natural beauty of my home state.
Win-win. Right?
Wrong.
Because four days later, after spending half the nights in his bed and the other half with Jonah in mine, I was head over heels in love with this particular short-stay tourist.
And I wasn’t going to survive his departure in less than forty-eight hours.
Never had I ever been so incredibly and prematurely heartbroken.
CHAPTER 7
JONAH
I’d come to Alaska to find adventure, but instead, I’d found the worst kind of dilemma.
I was in love with Peter Valentine, and Peter Valentine was in love with Alaska. My home, my family, my friends, and my job were all back in Miami. And his were here in the middle of nowhere, thousands of miles away from everything I knew.
This wasn’t supposed to be the kind of trip that changed lives. It was supposed to be the kind of trip that got written up in an article and then remembered periodically with fondness and an interesting story or two at a cocktail party.
On my final full day in Alaska, I was scheduled to fly out to another alpine lake for my sled dog tour. I was both excited and nervous about being in the cockpit of the tiny plane again with Pete.