Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Hey…no. I’m not going anywhere. Can’t you see that by now? Christ, I thought I loved you before, but I feel that times a thousand now. Do you know how fucking strong you are? You not only lived through some heavy shit, but you’ve thrived. You’re everything, Red, and people would have to be crazy not to see that.”
White-hot sparks exploded in my stomach. My resolve was unraveling, my fear and denial going with it. “Did you just say you loved me, baby?” I asked, sultry and sassy.
“I love you. Come on. You have to know that. I’m crazy fucking in love with you.”
“It’s you for me too. It’s always been you.” It was why I’d always gone back to him, why I couldn’t stop myself from fucking him. I’d always known it was Rush for me, and that had scared the shit out of me. But I couldn’t let myself live with that fear anymore.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Rush
Rush Alexander is fierce on the track, but just a plain ol’ nice guy in the rest of his life.
“Did we just have a fight? I mean, before I shared all that stuff with you, because if we did, I think that means we’re entitled to makeup sex, and I really, really want to get naked with you. God, I’m gonna rock your world,” Linc told me, and my dick went as hard as stone in no time flat.
What he’d admitted had broken my heart, seared my soul, and it was still there, a pain like nothing I’d ever felt. I wanted to kill the people who had hurt him, but this moment was ours. He needed it, and I did too. “Why don’t you get off that pretty ass of yours and get your clothes off, then?”
Linc didn’t need to be asked twice. He was on his feet in a flash, standing in front of me as he pulled his tee over his head. I let out a moan at the sight of his slender, muscular body.
“See something you like?” he teased.
“You know I do. My pretty, pretty boy.”
Linc unbuttoned his pants next, unzipped them, then eased them down his legs, along with his jock, and stepped out of it all. His dick pointed upward, hard against his belly, red and leaking. I grabbed his arm, pulled him forward as I bent and took it deep into my mouth.
“Fuck, baby…that feels so damn good.” Linc’s hand tangled in my hair as I sucked him off. “Don’t make me come like that. I’m already on a hair trigger, and I’m not ready for this to end.”
I pulled off with a pop, not ready for it to be over either. “I can’t help it. You make me so damn hard. I want to devour you.”
“Oh, I like that. Let’s get to the devouring. Stand up so I can take your clothes off too.”
I did, and he started with my sling, removing it before going for my shirt; then, knees touching the floor, he pulled my pants and underwear down. Like he always did, he buried his face in my groin, inhaled my scent. It was one of the sexiest things he did, needing his face between my legs like that. “God, I love being a cocksucker,” he said, and I knew that went back to that moment in the cabin. It was Linc owning who he was, reveling in it, and it was a sharp reminder of how special he was, how incredible.
He sucked my balls, looking up at me with those pretty blue eyes of his. “My cocksucker,” I told him. “Fuck, you’re good at it.”
He whimpered with my balls in his mouth before I pulled him to his feet. Linc reached for the sling, but I shook my head. “No, Red. Not tonight.”
“Rush—”
“No. I’m fine. I take it off for therapy. They said I can spend more time with it off now. It’s getting removed altogether next week, and my physical therapist said this last week is just a precaution. I want both hands on you tonight. I don’t care if I never ride again as long as I can touch you.”
“You have to be careful,” he insisted.
“I just want to touch you. So fucking smooth, so perfect.” I ran both hands up and down his back, over his ass, before lifting his left leg and hooking it around my hip as I reached down to rub my finger over his tight little hole.
“Fuck…yes. Let’s get to the penetrating and fucking,” he teased.
I fell back to the bed, taking him with me. “Condom…lube,” I told him, and he scrambled off, reaching for the nightstand drawer, while I moved up to lie with my head on the pillows.
He set the lube and a condom on the bed beside me, then straddled me with another condom in his hand. I was primarily a top, but I did bottom from time to time, and I’d wanted Linc inside me, wanted to give him that part of me. “Is my pretty boy gonna fuck me? Gonna show me what you can do with that sexy fucking cock of yours? You’re gonna dick me down real good, aren’t you, Red?”