Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Cam was right. Now I just needed to figure out what to do about it. “I don’t even know if he likes running.”
“Then he’ll say no, or suggest something else, or say yes simply because he wants to spend time with you.”
I sure as shit wasn’t used to a guy I was interested in doing something just because I liked it. My friends, yes. Other guys? Nope.
I was so ready for the attention to be taken off me. “What about you and Jude?”
“What about me and Jude? He’s beautiful. I want to fuck him. He’s still straight, and I only say that because he does and it’s not my place to tell someone else what their sexuality is. We’re becoming buddies, though. I have a good time with him, and he’s easy on the eyes, so that’s a plus.” Cam winked, and for the millionth time in my life, I wished I could be more like my brother.
Suddenly, I wished I could be more like that man who’d let loose in the car with Carter.
“I think this is the first time you haven’t gotten someone you wanted,” I said, trying not to think about Carter too much.
Camden shrugged. “Happens to the best of us.”
We chatted for a little while longer before I went home. I checked in with the clerks working at Fearless, which was busy, all the chairs full, everyone reading with coffees beside them. It made me smile.
I made my way up to my apartment next, stripped out of my clothes, grabbed my lube and laptop, and pulled up some porn. How else was I supposed to sort through shit? And I was also horny as fuck. I wasn’t sure I’d ever thought of sex as often as I had since last night.
My fingers danced over the keyboard as I tried to think of what to search. As if someone could see me, my eyes scanned the room. Then I realized I was acting like a fool and needed to chill the fuck out. I typed in: rough gay sex.
I wasn’t really sure that’s what I was looking for. The first few videos were way too much for me. I didn’t want to whip Carter or anything like that.
I was nothing if not determined, though, so I continued my search, clicking on video after video until I found one that definitely made my dick perk up.
The top was rough with the bottom—or not really rough, but frenzied, like I’d been the night before with Carter. Like he was taken over by his lust, and the bottom loved every second of it.
They were untamed in ways I’d never been with sex. There was biting, like I’d done with Carter. It felt dirty and raw, this magnetic energy I’d never had when I was getting fucked.
The top ripped a hole in the bottom’s underwear, and fuck, that was hot. I’d never been that keyed up during sex, that needy and urgent and hungry, but last night I had.
I pumped some lube into my hand and wrapped it around my cock. My balls were already full and aching, and as I watched the top take control, toss the guy around like I’d done with Carter, my dick got harder and my whole body started to buzz.
The few times I’d topped a guy had never been like that. I’d never been so fucking hungry for it, and I sure as shit didn’t get fucked the way the top was fucking this bottom.
He bit the guy’s neck as he slammed into him, and my vision went blurry, my whole body sensitive and tingly as I squeezed my eyes closed and shot my load all over my stomach.
That had been… Fuck, that had been sexy.
I wanted to fuck Carter that way.
But I didn’t know if I could.
Didn’t know if I had it in me to open myself up that way…to let go…and to do it with someone who wouldn’t want to be exclusive.
If there was one thing I couldn’t risk, it was getting hurt again.
CHAPTER NINE
Carter
Thinking about the way Sawyer bit into my flesh made my face warm and my ass cheeks clench. It had become a fantasy that came frequently throughout my day.
Neither of us had communicated since the incident the other night.
I didn’t have many friends, especially not the kind I would have been willing to tell the things I’d shared with Sawyer, so I kept worrying that I’d gone and fucked up the only one I’d really made.
Just Carter James with sex-on-the-brain once again. Was that all Sawyer would think of when he saw me from now on?
Sure, he seemed to enjoy it in the moment—more than enjoy it, going by the way he wrestled with me in his car and the steam we’d worked up against the vinyl seats. But to say I couldn’t be sure how Sober Sawyer would really feel about what had taken place was an understatement. The fact that he hadn’t reached out to me only confirmed my worries that I’d fucked up.