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)
“Do it, Rush. Come on me,” he begged.
I pulled out, ripped the condom off, and turned him so he lay on his back.
“Come on me. Mark me,” he said as I began jacking my cock, and that was exactly what I wanted to do—mark him as mine.
My balls drew up, my vision blurry as the whole damn world faded away, and I shot on his chest, his stomach, his cock and balls. Mine. Fuck, he was finally mine.
“Look at you, being all primal and shit,” he teased.
“Look at you, such a pretty boy all marked with my come. I might need to keep doing that until I can take you bare. I have to mark that sexy ass too,” I replied, and he grinned, so fucking big and bright, it landed in my chest.
“I want you inside me right now too,” he said, so I leaned forward, licked my spunk from his chest, and kissed him with it on my tongue. Linc wrapped his arms around me, moaned into my mouth.
We didn’t clean up, both loving the hell out of messy, sweaty, sticky sex. I lay down, and Linc tangled his arms and legs around me. We were quiet for a few moments before he said, “I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“I’m fine, Red. I have you. That’s all I want.”
“Good, because you’re stuck with me now. I’m kind of a mess.”
“No.” I shook my head. “You’re brave and proud.” He’d accomplished what he wanted. He’d fought so damn hard, and that fight created the man lying there with me. “Thank you for sharing what you did with me. I won’t hurt you. I won’t leave you.”
“I know,” he whispered into my throat. “Now let’s take a nap so you can recoup. How long do you think until you can fuck me again?”
I laughed, and he shook on top of me. “There’s my perfect fucking boy.”
And Linc was just that.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Lincoln
Lincoln might be older than me, but he’s the best friend I’ve ever had. ~ Trey
“Why are you so fidgety and jumpy?” Rush asked as we walked toward the hospital.
“Because I’m emotionally stunted. Duh.” Didn’t he know me well enough by now to realize I didn’t do well with letting people in? I mean, it had only been a few days, but I still hadn’t told him again I loved him, not since we said it the night of Beau’s party. Rush had said it. Rush said it plenty, but me? Nope. I just teased him about how obviously he loved me because who didn’t? Or I told him I wanted his dick in my hole, or got on my knees to blow him, so I didn’t really think he minded. At least he got something out of it, but I knew it was silly I hadn’t said it again.
“Aw, come on.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and nuzzled my neck from behind, making me stop. “But you love me. That means things are different now. You don’t have to be emotionally stunted with me.”
“Nope. I do not love you. Right now, I hate you.”
“There’s a thin line between—”
“Oh my God. You’re cheesy.” But I was smiling, damn it. Why did he always make me smile? Because I love him.
“You love cheesy,” he said before nipping at my neck.
“No, I don’t. I hate cheesy. It upsets my stomach, and you know how careful I am with what I eat. A good bottom is always cautious.”
He snorted a laugh into my neck.
“Did you just snort on me?” I playfully tried to pull away. “Ew. I thought love gave you cooties, but I didn’t know it made your boyfriend suddenly start snorting on you.”
“Aha! He loves me. Did you hear that? He loves me!” he said to a woman, who shook her head at us.
Aaaaand, there I was smiling again. Fucking Rush Alexander.
I started walking again, but Rush grabbed my hand, stopping me. He pulled me around so I faced him, dropped my hand, then hooked his finger beneath my chin and lifted my face so I looked up at him. “Seriously, though…if you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. Trey’s special to you. This is your thing. I don’t want to push my way into it. If you’re not ready for me to meet him, we can put it off.”
Damn it. My heart melted into a puddle of goo. Rush was probably the most perfect, understanding man in the world, and if I wasn’t careful, I’d lose him. And the truth was, I wanted Rush to meet Trey. I wanted to share that part of my life with him. I’d even had a discussion with Tyson, asking him for permission to bring my boyfriend to see Trey, which was how Rush now knew his name. I didn’t tell him who that boyfriend was, but Tyson had given me permission. So yeah, this was something I wanted, but just because I wanted it didn’t mean it was easy for me. It all went back to that whole emotionally stunted thing. “I want to do this. Of course I do. I want to share everything with you. I just suck at it.”