Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Our lips were crushed together when he released on my stomach, and I cried out against his lips when I followed not long after.
He slumped against my chest, grinning. I responded by kissing him again.
“You’re so into me,” he said.
“You damn right.”
Simeon threaded his fingers through my short dark hair, sliding his chest against mine and making a bigger mess.
“Can we still pretend not to like each other in public? It will make for more sexual tension before you dick my brains out later on.”
“Ha,” I said. “Nah. I don’t think anyone would buy it from me now.”
Simeon whistled. “Damn. It’s like that?”
“Yeah. It is.” I bumped my hips up. “And you better get ready, because I’m going to fuck you through this storm.”
He laughed again, eyes twinkling. “Then you better make good use of tonight, Bravo. The clouds will be gone by tomorrow.”
I smacked his ass lightly. “Don’t worry. I will.”
Chapter Fourteen
Simeon
“It’s cold as hell outside.”
Adrián snorted, but he’d gone running in just as many layers as me. You weren’t about to catch either of us wearing running shorts and a sleeveless shirt like some of the other regular joggers in the area. It’d already been getting chilly, but the storm had dropped the temperature a good ten degrees colder.
But if the options were a brisk wind or a flooded city? I’d take the cold.
“You’ve been an East Coaster for how many years?”
“Anything less than a decade doesn’t count. I’m not set up for this kind of icy-ass cold.”
Adrián waved me off while pushing the buttons on his espresso maker. I wasn’t a fan. Give me a Café au lait over a couple ounces of super strong tar any day.
“You ready to see this kid?”
“I’m ready to see all the kids,” I said. “I honestly didn’t expect to have started enjoying this program so damn much, but I do. I’ll miss them. Even the jack wagons like Brayden.”
“Jack wagons,” Adrián repeated with a chuckle. “You stay talking like someone’s grandfather.”
I ripped off my hat and tossed it at him, rolling my eyes when he did an exaggerated dodge and roll to get out of the way. He was going to end up destroying shit in his own house trying to be a clown.
“Probably because I was always surrounded by other people’s grandparents in church.”
“I didn’t take you for a church boy.”
“Then you’re a fool. Religion was a huge part of my childhood. Just ’cause I’m gay doesn’t mean I can’t have respect for the Book.”
Adrián swiped my hat from the floor and put it on the table. He propped his forearms on the counter and watched me suck down an extra-large cup of coffee.
“My parents were Catholic as fuck, but they never took my ass to church. I used to actually feel left out since all my friends went on Sunday, but then I got older and realized I was getting over. My life was so much cooler.”
“And then you hit puberty and realized how uncool you were.”
He flipped me off. “You wasn’t saying that shit last night when I was balls deep in you while doing the old fleshlight wraparound.”
Mention of the previous night was enough to get my body ready for another round. Unfortunately, we’d both agreed to call a time-out on sex. The more we fucked, the harder it was to keep our hands off each other, and keeping that chemistry and attraction hidden from the kids and the staff at the Center was important. We’d been screwing constantly for the two days after the storm, and now it was time to get back to the real world. The power had come back on in the middle of the night, although we’d left our long-dead cell phones uncharged all morning, and our coaching gig was calling. We had to wake up from the fever dream, even if only ten hours ago I’d ejaculated so hard my knees had given out.
“You’re looking at me like you want to get it in before we head out.”
I forced my eyes away from him, scoffing. “No.”
“Uh-huh.” In my peripheral vision, he was smirking. “You’re so hot for me.”
“Shut it, Bravo. We have plenty of time to ravage each other before we put the brakes on our filth fests.”
“Mmm. ‘Filth fest.’ I like the sound of that.” Adrián came around the corner to bury his face in my sweaty neck. “You smell good.”
“Fuck off, Bravo. You’re trying to make me break my promise.”
“That’s because it’s a dumbass promise that you made to yourself. Self-made promises are made to be broken.”
“Breaking self-made promises is the entire reason we’re fucking,” I said, laughing.
“See? There you go. Your life is way better as a result.”
I shook my head. “You’re wrong on just about every point. Now get up off me so I can go wash up.”