Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
His hand circled my cock, and I grunted. “I honestly have no idea.”
Two strokes were all it took for my guy to get my cock plumping in his hand. “Hopefully, the idea of getting a third of the money from the sale will get him on board.”
My mom and I had many discussions over the past few days about the fate of the house. In the end, we agreed that selling was the best option. She fought hard for the idea of splitting the profit equally between her, Kenny, and me. I was far more skeptical of the idea, and while my name was on the deed, I still regarded her as the decision-maker. She’d lived there her entire adult life, and I couldn’t rob her of the ability to have the majority say.
“Um, could we maybe not talk about this while you’re working me over?”
Ryder chuckled. “What do you mean? I’m just washing you up.”
He stroked me with intent far beyond getting me clean.
“You’re pretty dirty as well,” I said as I fisted his cock, then batted his hand away. I lined our dicks up and ran them through my soapy fist, making sure to pay attention to the heads.
Ryder’s eyes fluttered closed. “Mmm. I am, aren’t I?” He gasped. “I love how that feels.”
“Give me your mouth,” I demanded in a low rasp.
Blindly, Ryder lifted his mouth to mine, where we brushed our lips together once, then again before Ryder whispered, “Put a finger in my ass.” He shuddered as I increased the speed of my fist, shuttling along our cocks. “Maybe two.”
“My pleasure.” I captured his lips in a deep, spine-tingling kiss that had him sagging into me as I slid my free hand around his sudsy body to the top of his ass. As our tongues tangled, I slipped two fingers down to his hole, where I wasted no time pressing them inside him.
He groaned into my mouth, pushing his ass back to accept my invasion.
Warm water and steam cocooned us in our own world as I caressed our cocks, and Ryder rocked his hips between my fist and fingers as though he couldn’t decide which he liked more.
Within minutes, we were shouting through our orgasms and panting once again. We lingered, washing, teasing, and touching until the water would have run cool if we’d been anywhere but the luxury penthouse I now called home.
But I didn’t care about the water’s temperature. I’d have been just as happy to stand beneath an icy stream as long as Ryder stood with me.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ALEX
“You aren’t thinking of leaving without kissing me, are you?” Ryder called from the kitchen, where he’d stuck last night’s leftover Chinese takeout in the microwave.
Rolling my eyes while chuckling, I stopped at the door. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Liar.” Ryder jogged from the kitchen wearing nothing but workout shorts and a grin. “I’ll take two kisses as punishment for your dishonesty.” When he reached me, he grabbed my waist and pulled me to him.
“Wow, two kisses. That’s brutal.” I smirked, which made him pout. “Gimme those lips.”
One kiss turned into two, then three, and soon we were in a full-on lip lock, I poured all my effort into. At some point, the microwave chimed, but neither of us cared enough to pull away. When the kiss finally ended, Ryder stepped back, blinking a dazed expression from his face.
“Happy?” I asked, smirking once again.
He blinked some more. “Uh… yeah. I think that’ll hold me over until you get back, since you won’t let me go along—”
His phone rang, drawing our attention to the console table where he’d set it earlier. From where we stood near the door, we had a clear view of the screen and Corvin’s name flashing.
“Fuck,” Ryder muttered as I tensed.
Fuck was right. He hadn’t heard from the guy since the disastrous morning he woke to Corvin naked in his bed. Thinking about it still made me sick to my stomach and nearly murderous with jealousy, even though I knew Ryder hadn’t done a damn thing.
He shook his head and nudged me toward the door. “You need to go. Pretend we didn’t hear it, and I’ll let it go to voicemail. There’s no need for me to talk to him.”
I sighed. A large part of me wanted that, but I also knew the events that transpired with Corvin were unfinished business, and they bothered him greatly. He hated having a fractured friendship dangling out in the breeze.
And I plain hated Corvin.
But I loved Ryder and had no desire to see our relationship to destroy his friendships. He deserved an explanation and hopefully an apology from his friend, so I took a fortifying breath, ignored the pit in my stomach, and said, “Answer it.”
He raised an eyebrow as the phone rang for the fourth time. “Really?”