Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
I cut him off with a kiss to his lips, soft and exploring, slow and tender.
“Baby, I’ll do whatever you want. Just tell me.”
“I want you to touch me everywhere. I want you to make love to me. I want to fall asleep in your arms and stay there. I want—” When his voice became desperate, I cut him off again with another kiss.
“Shhh. We can do all those things. But first, let’s get you cleaned up before you fall over, okay?”
I moved him into the shower and began scrubbing him with the soap and a little shampoo. My hands were everywhere on his bare skin, and I had to concentrate to keep from just dropping the soap and humping him to death.
The man was goddamned perfection. His muscles were fit and defined under honeyed skin and his ass cheeks were plump and full. All I wanted was to press into his body the way I had years ago and feel his tight channel squeeze me to completion. It was all I could think about.
My hands ran up and down his stomach and chest as my cock slid up and down his crease from behind.
“Oh god, Seth,” I groaned. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Please,” he breathed, leaning his head back onto my shoulder to look up at me. “Please fuck me, Otto. I need you.”
“I’m not going to last if we do that. I’ll blow the minute I get inside you,” I admitted in a rough voice.
He turned until our cocks slid together in the warm water running off our bodies. “Then let’s get off real quick right here and save the fucking for bed.”
Walker’s hand was already reaching for the soap and within seconds his slick hands were stroking us together masterfully. I held his hips and bucked into his fists while leaning forward to take his mouth with mine.
“Fuck,” I groaned into his mouth. “God, Seth. Fuck that feels good. Tighter… Yeah, just like that.”
Walker whimpered and stopped kissing me to drop his head onto my chest and look down at the way he was working our cocks together. Little noises and gasps came out of him until he finally cried out a warning.
“Otto!”
I quickly reached to take over as his orgasm hit him and he lost the rhythm. His hands moved up to clutch at my shoulders, scrambling for purchase and digging nails into my skin as he cried out his release. Watching his cock spurt and his abdominal muscles ripple was enough to make me cry out and shoot.
“Oh fuck. Aghh!” I gasped for more air after I ran out, and felt like I’d come enough to bathe him in the stuff. “Jesus, Walker.” I looked down to where I was still softly stroking the both of us, and I marveled at how sexy he was standing there naked in the shower with me.
Getting to take a shower with him again was something I’d fantasized about for years, and now it had actually happened. I opened my mouth to say something to Walker about it when I realized his entire weight was slipping against me as he practically fell asleep standing up.
I rinsed us both off as quickly as I could and wrapped him in a couple of towels from the stack on a nearby shelf before grabbing one for myself and leading him back to the bedroom.
He was asleep as soon as he hit the pillow, and I quickly pulled his back against my front and wrapped him up in my arms. We fell asleep that way and didn’t move for hours. When we finally awoke, it was to the sound of a woman’s screech filling the room.
“What the fuck?”
Chapter 11
Walker
Seth
Please, please. I’m begging you. Explain what is going on. Please, Seth. I can’t believe you’d do this to me. To us. Maybe something happened and you can’t tell me? Surely you know you can tell me anything? I’ll understand, Seth. I promise I will. Just talk to me.
No matter what it is… I need you to know I love you.
And I always will,
Otto
I was so deep asleep when it happened I had no idea where the hell I even was. I was lucky to know who I was.
“What the fuck?”
A warm, hard body shifted beside me, and I felt a happy flood of memory wash over me. Otto. I’d fallen asleep in Otto’s arms. The arms that were now clutching me to him like a vise.
“Ow,” I muttered, squirming in his tightening hold before realizing he was trying to keep me covered from whoever was doing the screeching.
It was too late. There was a woman staring bug-eyed at me, and I didn’t recognize her at first.
“MJ, can you give us a minute?” Otto snapped in a broken morning voice. “It’s rude to barge into a bedroom without knocking, you know.”