Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“This is nothing, babe. Wait till you feel my cock inside of you,” Tripp murmured.
He moaned in response. Tripp was a dirty talker in bed, and he loved it. It turned him on. Tripp added one more finger. “Oh, shit!” he cried.
“You’re fucking tight. Oh my God. I can’t wait to put my fucking dick in your ass.”
“Tripp!”
Tripp removed his fingers, and he whimpered at the loss.
“Don’t you worry, something better is coming.” Tripp chuckled. “I love it when you get all submissive in bed, by the way. Total turn on.”
“Noted.”
Tripp rolled on the condom and added more lube. He pushed Jayme’s legs up and out. He got the hint and grabbed the backs of his knees; and held his legs out of the way. Tripp rubbed his cock against Jayme’s hole. Jayme’s stomach fluttered in anticipation. Tripp then pushed forward, and slowly breached the tight ring of muscle. He gritted his teeth. It felt like a lot more than Tripp’s fingers.
Tripp inched forward gradually, until he was fully sheathed. He was so full. Tripp felt incredibly big inside of him. Then he started to move, and none of that mattered anymore. Pleasure took over, and Jayme moaned loudly.
“That’s it, baby. Take it.” Tripp panted.
To his surprise, Tripp dropped his body down on top of him and gathered him up in his arms. Tripp tucked his face into Jayme’s neck, and moaned. He let go of his knees and clung to Tripp’s shoulders. It was a very intimate position, one that made Jayme’s heart flutter. It made him fall a little harder, a little deeper.
Tripp’s mouth found his for a messy, but hot as hell kiss. When the kiss ended, Tripp kept his face over Jayme’s. Their eyes met, and their noses and lips brushed with each thrust. This wasn’t just sex, this was something more; and they both knew it. They were in a relationship now. Feelings and emotions were involved. They may have been before, but now they’ve been acknowledged.
Tripp changed the angle slightly, which hit his prostate. He let out a guttural shout, which made Tripp smile above him.
“Keep going, just like that, Tripp. I’m gonna come.”
“Do it. Come for me.”
A few more thrusts, and Jayme was coming without even touching his cock.
Tripp moaned. “I’m gonna come too.”
One more thrust, and Tripp shoved in as far as he could; and stayed there. He could feel his cock pulsing inside of him, and it was the sexiest thing ever. Tripp moaned again, this time it was long and low.
He lifted his head, and kissed Tripp languidly. “That was incredible.”
“Yeah, it was.”
After a couple minutes of recuperation, they got cleaned up; then fell back in bed together. They spent the rest of the day lounging around, having sex, and snacking.
~~~
Jayme
The next day, Jayme was sitting in the kitchen; drinking coffee while Tripp got ready to go to work without him. He wasn’t happy about it, but the doctors told him he was to be out of work at least until the staples came out.
His cell phone rang where it sat on the table in front of him. He groaned when he saw who was calling. He picked it up and swiped his thumb over the screen. The call was inevitable, and he might as well get it over with.
“Hey, Mal,” he answered.
“You were shot in the head?!” she squawked.
He rolled his eyes. “It grazed the side of my head.”
“Are you all right?”
“Yes. I’m fine.”
“That’s good. Why didn’t you call me? I had to hear it from Matt’s wife.”
“I haven’t had a chance.”
She made a noise like she didn’t totally believe that statement.
“Oh, while I have you on the phone.” he started. “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”
He glanced at Tripp, who was making himself some eggs for breakfast. Tripp gave him a nod of encouragement.
“Okay.”
“I...uh...I want a paternity test done,” he said with a wince. He knew this wasn’t going to go over well.
Mallory was silent for a moment before blurting, “Are you fucking kidding me? I called to make sure you were okay after getting shot, and you want to bring up a paternity test?”
“I told you I was fine. I was going to call you about it anyway.”
“Why all of a sudden do you want a paternity test? Is this Tripp’s idea?”
“Tripp has nothing to do with this. I’m having a hard time believing that you and Brendan weren’t fucking around behind my back. How do you know the baby isn’t his?”
“Because I know.”
“Well, I want the test to be sure.”
She made an aggravated sound. “Fine. I’ll set up an appointment.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll let you know when it is.”
“Okay.”
Without so much as a goodbye, Mallory hung up.
Tripp grinned at him. “She thought it was my idea?”
“Yep.”
“It kinda was.” Tripp snickered.
“Yep.” He laughed. “She doesn’t need to know that though.”