Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
“Fuck, you’re so hot. I wish I could keep you in my cabin, so we could do this whenever we want.”
I open my eyes in time to see him lick my cum from his palm.
I don’t think I’ve ever met a hotter man. He’s as shameless as me. He says what he wants, and doesn’t hold back.
I end up pulling him a few paces toward the shore so I can collapse into the shallow water without fear of drowning. I’m too breathless to speak, but he follows me without me needing to say anything, and lands on top of me, scooping me into a hug.
My instinct is to fight it, because this feels far too much like a cuddle, but fuck it. I’m too exhausted to keep up appearances when all I want is to close my arms around him, stroke his muscular back and rest against him like he’s my personal weighted blanket.
“We can… you know, meet here. For as long as it lasts,” I say when I finally gather my thoughts.
Road pushes his arm under my neck and his knee between my thighs, enclosing me in a hug that will undoubtedly lead to more. Eventually. For now, it’s a cuddle, something neither of us should allow if we’re to be just two bodies getting off. But when he offers me a tired smile and meets my gaze as if we’ve known each other intimately for years, I don’t have the strength to fight the visceral need for closeness.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” he tells me, with a kiss to my temple.
The gesture does something to my body, and I curl up around the heavy sensation inside, as if he, the cause of it, can protect me from the consequences. How is this guy the same Roadkill who stabbed me in the warehouse? The same one who always lashes out at people, the unhinged Vulture everyone knows to be wary of?
This time it’s me who needs the kiss. I’m half-afraid he’ll reject it just to tease me, but as soon as my lips brush his, Road is quick to open my mouth with his tongue.
We’re both pumped out of cum, so what is this kiss even for? I don’t know, but I like it, so I close my eyes and make out with him in the water like no other point than the connection is needed.
It’s possible I have a crush on him.
Which is ridiculous.
And doomed.
I don’t even need to say it again, because we both know this won’t end well.
But for the first time in years, I feel truly alive, so I’m gonna take my chances.
Chapter 17
Road
The soft wood yields to my knife, and another piece falls to the ground at my feet. The cats have already filled their bellies, and while most of them have left to roam, several others are enjoying the sun on pillows I laid out on my porch. It’s a peaceful morning, but since I’m seeing Clyde later, it only makes sense to add some finishing touches to the keychain I’m whittling for him.
It has the form of a stag, because that’s the beast he reminds me of whenever he stretches his toned body at the edge of the small lake where we’ve been meeting up for the past month. I’ve already carved two versions of this figurine, but since I wasn’t happy with any of them, I chose to make one featuring more detail, and it might be the one I’ll give him. I’m no artist, and even the best of my work isn’t something to write home about, but I want Clyde to carry something to remember me by, something he can safely handle when in the company of his club.
My own friends have been quick to note my frequent disappearances, but they let it go when I lean into the lie about there being a girl I’m into. Everyone takes it at face value, so every few days, I disappear for a couple of hours to indulge in a male body, and when I return, everyone pats me on the back as if I were off making babies.
A part of me worries that maybe I wasn’t even gay. That I’m simply broken and that I’ll grow bored of Clyde the same way I get bored of all my female conquests as soon as drugs and booze are out of my system. But being around him is somehow both peaceful and exciting, and I enjoy myself whether we’re making out in the sun, roasting meat over the fire, or getting each other off.
As horny as I am for him, my nuts aren’t bottomless, so we often end up entertaining ourselves between sex. Like that time we watched an action movie and couldn’t agree on how we’d handle the situation the hero was in. We ended up wrestling to put our methods to the test. I’m a little bigger, but the fucker is strong, I have to give him that. While our sparring was inconclusive because it ended in furious grinding, neither of us cared. Even though I often practice with my brothers, so everyone’s in shape if push came to shove, the mood is different with Clyde. Sex is always on the very edge of any interaction, like the right word on the tip of my tongue when I try to express myself to him.