Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Jeremy grabbed my arm—the first physical contact we’d had since leaving the house—and pulled me into the line. I wondered what people thought about me being here with him—not because we were men, but because we were so obviously opposites. Jeremy was soft, artistic, and delicate, and I looked like what I was. A Marine.
“Do they have regular ice cream here?” I asked.
Snickering, Jeremy raised a brow. “You mean like all-American vanilla?”
“I eat chocolate too, and sometimes I’m really crazy and go for strawberry.” I rolled my eyes. “I meant something not made with goat’s milk or chia seeds or shit.”
He laughed. "Yes, they do.”
“Good.” I didn’t say anything else, and the silence between us lengthened into unease.
“We could go somewhere else,” Jeremy suggested.
“No, I’m good.” I looked around and saw a man eyeing Jeremy. Hell, no. Jeremy was mine. Without even realizing it, years of self-protection evaporated in the face of a primitive desire to claim him as mine. I reached out and took his hand, lacing our fingers. He stiffened at first but then relaxed and looked up at me, his expression questioning.
“Is this okay?” I asked.
Jeremy smiled. “Very.”
“Okay then.”
He squeezed my hand and warmth spread through me. I looked around. No one seemed to have noticed, including the hot guy who’d been checking Jeremy out. He was now swapping spit with a tattooed guy who was holding a guitar. That’s right, asshole. Find it somewhere else.
I took a deep breath and smiled at Jeremy. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
Maybe I could do this after all. Maybe Jeremy really could be mine.
Later that night, after ice cream, more walking, and a lot of handholding that seemed oddly erotic, I pulled Jeremy into the house, pushed the door shut, and backed him up against it. I muttered “Need you” as I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the door.
He shuddered and opened to my kiss. I wasn’t gentle—I didn’t think I could be. Lust thrummed through me along with the desire for something new, something I’d never tried before. “I want you to fuck me,” I whispered against his ear.
“W-what?” he asked.
“I want to know what it’s like to have your cock up my ass.” I couldn’t be any clearer than that.
His eyes widened. “Holy fuck.”
Did that mean he liked the idea? “You said you didn’t usually bottom, so I—”
Jeremy cupped my face, his hands warm. “I’d be very happy to fuck you.”
"Yes?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck.” I didn’t know what else to say.
“Upstairs,” he ordered, his voice low and rough.
I wanted to obey but wonder and lust had me frozen to the spot. Jeremy grabbed my hand and tugged hard, pulling me toward the stairs.
Jeremy
I knew my smile was so wide I looked like a total goof, but I couldn’t contain myself. Connor trusted me enough to ask to be fucked. It was more than I’d ever expected. As much as I’d enjoyed bottoming for him, the idea of Connor writhing beneath me as I drove into his ass made me so hot I didn’t know if I could control myself. I was so hard by the time we reached my bedroom I could barely walk. “I need you naked right now.”
Connor didn’t respond with words. He yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. I meant to strip too, but his body mesmerized me: the firm muscles of his chest, those broad shoulders and narrow waist, the light covering of dark-blonde hair. Pebbled nipples that I suddenly needed to suck on, if for no other reason than to hear the sounds he made when I did—plaintive, desperate sounds like the ones he made when I sucked his cock. What would he sound like when I was inside him? The need to find out as soon as possible inspired me to move again.
He watched as I shoved my pants over my hips. “I was worried you’d planned to stay dressed.”
I grinned. “No, I just got distracted. You’re so fucking hot.”
“Seriously?” He looked genuinely surprised.
“You have to know how attractive you are.”
He shrugged. “I don’t really think about it.”
Which, of course, made him that much sexier.
I stepped out of my pants and boxers and then pulled my t-shirt over my head. Connor moved toward me, stopping when we were so close we were almost touching. “You’re beautiful, you know? Your hair. Your skin. Your smile.”
I frowned. I’d never thought of myself as anything more than average.
“Don’t even try to protest.”
I didn’t. Instead, I gave in to the desire to play with his nipples, first with my fingers and then with my mouth.
His breaths grew ragged, encouraging me to experiment. I used my tongue to tease, then sucked harder. That earned me the desperate moan I was hoping for. He slid his fingers into my hair, gripping my head but not trying to push me away. I bit down, not too hard but enough to make him really feel it.