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)
“Well, that definitely surpasses my childhood bullshit,” I said, chuckling at how stupid I felt for having made such a big deal about my past when his was so much worse. Most of all, though, I was stunned he’d shared it with me.
“Sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you feel like yours wasn’t important.”
I approached him and hooked my arm around his shoulders. “I know that, Jace. Thank you for sharing.”
He took what I thought was going to be a sip, but then downed a good three gulps before setting his glass on the ledge.
“Maybe you were the smart one. You got out of the role of Lil’ Donnie Gibson and discovered who you were. Me? I’ve been playing cool, easygoing Jace Kruse since I was sixteen.”
His gaze shifted to my lips, and I couldn’t help myself. I lurched forward and kissed him. I just wanted to make him feel better, to bring him some ease.
Jace kissed right back and pushed against me, guiding me back against the balcony window. He seemed to lose himself in our kisses as easily as I did. I could hardly think straight as we started tugging at each other’s clothes and making our way back inside.
It was so natural the way we stripped together, kissing between each awkward removal of another article of clothing, as we made our way to the bedroom. His kisses were softer, more sensual than they’d been when we’d fucked around before. I felt like this was the real Jace, the one he often shielded from others, and in the same way, all my walls had come down after I disclosed my secrets, once there was no reason to hold them up.
26
Jace
Dax’s kisses brought me some relief from the visceral pain searing through me. The memories I’d shared with him stirred so much emotion. Only by seeing the piece of Dax he tried to conceal from the world could I turn and face that part of myself, something I’ve never spoken about, not even with Nance.
As much as I enjoyed spending time with Dax, it was in that moment that I felt like we really saw one another. He saw beyond the strength I always attempted to embody, and I saw past the confidence, even arrogance, he displayed. And in that instance of vulnerability I rarely shared, I felt free. Uninhibited.
By the time we entered his hotel bedroom, we’d abandoned most of our clothes. He still wore trunk boxers, and I still had my jeans on. I pushed him, his back accidentally hitting the doorframe. “Ow,” he whispered, laughing. I moved my hand from his back, reaching out and pushing the door closed behind him as I guided him against it, my lips firmly on his as I enjoyed that sensation of his scruff, which I felt like I’d become obsessed with.
He grasped my nape, keeping me close as he massaged his tongue in my mouth, and I reached down and pressed my hand against his crotch, stroking. I felt his smile against my face, and then he turned us, urging me toward the adjacent recessed wall. He was so assertive as he slid his hand beneath the back of my jeans, under my boxers, gliding his palm over my ass cheek. I pulled away and looked into those serious eyes, and he bent and scooped me up off the floor.
“Oh, wow,” I said. “Look at you, being the boss.”
“I’m always a boss.” He threw me on the bed so that I bounced, and I laughed as he crawled onto the bed, moving toward me.
“You’re eager.”
“You’re sexy.”
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and slid them down to reveal his erection. Navigating them down his thighs, when he got them past his knees, he slid them back with one hand and removed them nearly effortlessly before tossing them off the bed. No sooner had he finished that, than his lips were on mine again, and he pushed me back against the mattress. I felt him undoing the button of my jeans, and we worked together to pull them off. Soon his cock was up against my body, and mine against his as we pushed together.
I loved the sensation of him thrusting against me, feeling his abs and chest close, his bangs falling on my forehead, his legs interwoven with mine. I savored every wet, warm kiss he offered.
His kiss trailed down my chin, to my neck, and I relaxed as he made his way down, his hands sliding in sync with his mouth as he found my cock and took it in his mouth, working with a skill I could only envy.
“God, I need to remember that for when I blow you,” I told him, and I guessed he took that as confirmation of his impressive job, because he worked even harder.