Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“You might wanna move your laptop if you’re gonna squirm around like that, pup.”
“Oh, right.” He closed the lid and moved the laptop to the table. “Can we do stuff? I’m super horny.”
I coughed and fell right down a hole of filthy fantasies, but my options were severely limited.
“Am I gonna struggle to keep up with you?”
“Let’s find out.” He hauled his tee over his head, then promptly shimmied out of his sweats, and I lifted my eyebrows. Who was this guy? How could everything he did turn me on? How could his body be so utterly fucking addictive? “I wanna make you feel good.” He scooted farther down and pushed away the blankets enough so he could see what he was doing.
I drew a breath and carefully shifted closer to the edge, giving him more space.
If he wanted to make me feel good, I wasn’t gonna stop him.
“In my defense, this is all your fault,” he said, brushing his hand over my boxer briefs. “You’re too sexy.”
I laughed under my breath. “Flattery will get you everywhere with me.”
He grinned cheekily and pulled at my underwear, and he dipped down and licked the length of my cock.
Fuck yeah.
My heart thrummed a little faster as heat rolled through me, and he didn’t string me along. Not that I’d let him anyway. But he sucked me into his hot little mouth and got me hard in seconds.
“Fuck,” I exhaled. “That’s a good boy.” I found his ass in the pool of blankets. “Let’s do one better. I want this ass in my face.”
He withdrew from me in an instant and peered back at me, and his expression was comical. He acted like he’d never been eaten out before.
Wait, hadn’t he?
“What’re you gonna do?” he asked.
“Stick my tongue in your ass, what else?”
His eyebrows flew up. “You, uh…you like doing that?”
“You don’t?” It wasn’t something that went over well with most women, so I hoped to take advantage frequently with my boy. Providing he was into that.
“I, um—I’ve never done it,” he admitted. “Or had it done to me.”
I inhaled deeply as a wave of possessiveness crashed down on me. This evening just kept getting better.
“Good.” I squeezed his ass and slipped two fingers over his opening. “Something just for me, then.”
He couldn’t hide the lust in his gaze, and he seemed to enjoy it when I got possessive, which boded well for our future. But he was hesitant too, and he—
“Actually—another time,” he said. “You’re injured, and I want this to be about you.”
I squeezed his ass. “You think this wouldn’t be for me?”
His cute grin was back. “Okay, but still. You’re supposed to rest.”
Oh, fine. We could have it his way this time. At least I had access with my hand. I could still touch him.
“All right, you’re the boss tonight,” I conceded.
He smirked and then returned to his task. My cock was buried in wet, tight warmth, and I settled for brushing my hand over his ass and playing with his little hole.
He didn’t tease me for a second.
I exhaled as pleasure washed over me, and I just lay there and watched his perfect mouth go up and down my cock.
“Fuck, that’s good, baby,” I sighed.
He hummed and closed his eyes.
It wasn’t going to be long before I flooded his throat with my come.
CHAPTER 6
October 5th, 2024
Leighton Watts
Iwas gonna puke.
I’d never been so nervous in my entire life, and that was saying a lot. I remembered waiting for Mom to come home from the doctor’s with her chances of defeating cancer. I remembered when I got on the bus to head to basic. I had countless memories of waiting for test results, scores, job interviews, bills, if my application to Hillcroft had been accepted, and, most recently, waiting for Bo to get out of surgery.
But this was different. I’d conjured fantasies about my dad’s family since I was a young kid.
I took the elevator down to the lobby, where Ryan waited for me.
He smiled and took a swig of his coffee. “It’s a fine day to meet family, kid.”
I let out an unsteady breath.
“Where’s Beckett?” he asked.
“Bitching to Nurse Tina about sitting his ass in a wheelchair.”
Ryan laughed.
“He’ll meet us in the operators’ rec room,” I finished. I swallowed nervously and eyed the lobby—or the entrance, to be exact.
I’d heard from Tanner that a big window had been blown out in the bombing, something I hadn’t even noticed. But no one could tell anymore. Everything was back to normal.
Yesterday, I’d seen a bunch of guys from a security company called MadCo install a new window and more security, which I remembered because I’d initially read it as Mad Cow. Then they’d been my witnesses when I’d thanked Shay for being a great instructor. He’d been there too, with his partners, and I’d acted without thinking. I’d just walked up and hugged him, followed by an awkward rambling about how he now lived in my head with Crew, Ryan, Beckett, and my dad.