Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“Got ’em,” I said as I opened the door.
Keeg sat in a chair before the wall-length mirror, Serena at his side, holding a lipstick, her purse open on the counter. Keeg turned quickly, his eyes wide with worry as Jace came up behind me. I noticed he was wearing lipstick and what looked like foundation.
“Hey, boys,” Serena said with a smile, waving.
It was clear by the way Keeg’s eyes were fixed on Jace that he was waiting for his disapproval or judgment.
“Oh, I just—” he stammered.
“Keeg…lookin’ good, bro,” Jace told him with a thumbs-up.
Keeg’s expression immediately relaxed, and he smiled. “Thanks, man.”
“We’re probably gonna stay for another hour and then head out,” Jace added. “So take your time.” He closed the door.
We left through a set of double doors leading into the main hall. Jace hooked his arms around me and pulled me into a nook near the doors, kissing me again. As he pulled away, I said, “That was cool, the way you handled that.”
“What? Keeg wearing a little makeup?”
“Oh, no. I was thinking about letting my mom do his makeup. You’ve seen how much she cakes on herself?” I said with a wink.
He chuckled for a second, and then he turned serious as he gazed into my eyes. “Speaking of your mom, I think you still owe me some deets about something you teased me about.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, we’ve been together long enough that you can tell me where you got those pretty hazels from.”
“I guess it’s time you know all my secrets…or at least more of them.” I kept quiet for a moment, dragging out the suspense before revealing, “Warren Simone.”
His jaw dropped. “Not the…”
“Yes, the Warren Simone.”
“Oh, so you have like a million brothers and sisters.”
“Half brothers and sisters,” I joked, referencing my biological father’s prolific output of children, about whom he gave as many shits as he did about me. But hey, he gave me those good genes.
“Oh…my…God.” Jace was as stunned as most people would have been to hear the news.
“Now, you can’t go blabbing that to the press! That’s a family secret!”
“I’m kind of shocked…and impressed.”
“I told you my mom was a big deal.”
“Well, you come by it honestly, then.”
“I can tell you that any of the honest stuff didn’t come from either side,” I teased before we kissed again.
JACE
As soon as we got back home from our tour of the campus, I couldn’t keep my hands off Dax. Hell, I’d had a hard enough time keeping them off him while we were there.
After we entered my townhouse, Mac started to approach, but as soon as he saw me with my arms around Dax, keeping him close, he headed right back to his bed.
“God, are we so bad that Mac already knows he doesn’t want to be in the middle of this?” Dax asked.
I spoke into his ear, “I think he can just see that look in my eye and know how much I want to fuck you right now.”
Dax rolled his head, tucking his face against mine as he reached behind him and rested his hand on the back of my head. The way he stroked was so familiar, expressing all his desire and love for me in a simple gesture.
I growled softly. “Fuck, we need to get up to the bedroom before we traumatize my little Shar-Pei.”
We scrambled upstairs, stripping quickly, but not quick enough for my liking.
Soon we were in bed, Dax lying stretched out with me inside him, my arms hooked around his thighs as I pushed into him, watching as he tilted his head either way, his eyes sealed shut as he reveled in every bit of pleasure I offered him.
Gazing down at my man, his beautiful body on full display for me, that cock dripping with precum onto his abs, I took a moment to cherish how far I’d come since I’d met this man.
I didn’t just love our fucks, I loved everything about him.
Dax Munro had captivated me in a way that had totally swept in and shocked the fuck out of me.
Thank God.
“Nice not having to worry about Jace, Destroyer of Magnums, anymore,” Dax teased, then gasped again as my cock rubbed against his prostate.
He was referring to the time since we’d abandoned condoms. We hadn’t had any use for them, as we’d passed that milestone in our relationship several months earlier.
Dax opened his eyes, staring into mine as the smile across his face cocked. “You know what I want,” he said.
And judging by his expression, I sure as hell did.
I pulled out of him and squatted over him, descending onto his shaft the way he’d shown me, the way that allowed me to work him up. And damn if it didn’t feel amazing against my prostate like that.
I rolled my head back as Dax filled me with that beautiful cock of his. I moved up and down, serving him my ass with my all, enjoying watching him beneath me, moaning as I pleasured him in an entirely new way.