Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Yeah, that’s really not a bad thing,” he said, falling down beside me, bumping me, snuggling tight, his mouth on my ear and behind it, on my skin, sucking, licking, trailing lines of endless rough kisses that, along with the bites, were going to leave marks. “You can go around with me on you all the time.”
“You’re a possessive man, Maclain Gentry.”
“You have no idea, Glenn Holloway,” he said, snorting out a laugh as he nuzzled the hollow of my throat. “Man, I knew you were gonna smell good.”
“You thought a lot about me.”
“Night and day.”
“How come?”
“Simple things.”
“Like?”
“You’re nice to look at.”
“You too,” I assured him.
“I’m addicted to those eyes of yours.”
His storm-sky ones were nothing to scoff at either. “Ditto.”
His chuckle was sexy, low, seductive, and dirty in that way where I now knew carnal pleasure awaited.
“You’re making my dick hard again when you laugh like that,” I drawled.
“Oh, I knew you were gonna be good in bed too. Hell if I didn’t.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“How fast you get mad, all that passion, plus watching you eat, the way you devour your food and suck all the meat off a chicken bone… It’s hot.”
I laughed at him, and he rolled me to my back to bury his face in my belly, kissing me there before scooting up to lay his head on my heart.
“It is. You enjoy your food and your beer, and watching you eat strawberries last summer was a religious experience.”
“Same as watching you walk,” I murmured, my hands in his hair as I tugged him up to kiss me. “I love to watch you walk.”
He opened for me, and I kissed him lazily, taking my time because I could. He didn’t belong to me yet, but I had a great start.
After rolling him to his back, I spread myself over him, loving the feel of all that virile male power lying dormant under me.
Mac said, “We’ll be back from the drive Monday afternoon. I want you at the Red when we get there so you can come home with me.”
“Yeah?” I asked anxiously, almost holding my breath because he sounded so good, like he was making plans, making promises, and I was excited just thinking about spending long periods of uninterrupted time with him.
“Say you will.”
“I will.”
“Good.” He reached up, squeezed my ass, then dipped his middle finger into my crease, making me shudder. “Now tell me truly, do you feel all right with what you did? What I did?”
I made a noise that could not be classified as speech and rolled onto my good side so he could spoon me.
“Glenn?” I heard the cap on the lube snap open. “Tell me.”
“How can you even ask that when I’ve never felt better in my life?” I said gruffly, bucking forward as he curled two fingers inside me and rubbed over my gland.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No.”
“I have the need to gorge on you in case I wake up in the morning and this is all just a really fuckin’ hot dream.”
“Not—” I gasped as he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the head of his long, beautiful cock I already needed inside me again. “Not a dream.”
“That’s good,” he said, going slow, pressing forward, stretching me, filling me, and not stopping until I was clenched around him.
He slid out a fraction and then pushed back in, gentle, tender, and with an agonizing languor that built a ravenous need in me almost instantly.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Then tell me now that you’re okay,” he ordered, slipping his hand down my hip, careful not to touch the stitches, before taking hold of my straining, twitching cock. “Or not, and we’ll talk about it, but I want this settled between us.”
“Nothing needs to be settled. I’m good.”
“Yeah?”
“I thought before…” I moaned, the feel of him stretching me and filling me so good, the slide and the push more exquisite than I could have imagined, making it hard to keep a coherent thought in my head. “That bottoming would make a difference, that I’d care about what I did, but it doesn’t…and I don’t…because I’m still me, and nothing’s changed at all.” Nothing was taken from me by giving myself to my lover. I was still me, no less powerful, no less a man. Inside, I was the same, except for knowing what my body was capable of feeling. “I just didn’t know, and there’s so much bullshit everywhere, it messes with your head.”
“It’s true, but it’s stupid,” he said flatly. “What a man does in his bed don’t matter none outside of it.”
“I didn’t know that before,” I whispered.
“And now you do,” he replied, his voice cracking as he surrendered to his own need. “And remember, however you want me, however you need me, I’m all yours. All of me…just yours.”