Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Releasing him, I lift my knees and grab for the lube. He bats my hand away and takes over, rubbing lube on my hole before pushing a finger in. “Ah, hell. Feels good. But your cock would feel better.”
He smirks as he adds a second finger. “Almost there.”
By the time he’s stretched me sufficiently, I am out of my head with need. He doesn’t waste time, scooting up on his knees, grabbing his dick, and pushing the head past my rim.
I inhale a sharp breath at the initial tightness, then breathe out in relief. Fuck, I missed this. As much as I enjoyed taking his ass in San Jose, there’s nothing like the feel of him inside me.
“Goddamn, I’ve never had better,” he grunts, rotating his hips and pounding me good. “Your ass was made for my dick.”
I reach for him and sloppily kiss his lips as he bends over. “You may be right.”
He pulls back to continue his onslaught, driving to the hilt, then pulling back, leaving me wanting more. Sweat trickles down his forehead, and I’m panting like I’ve run a marathon. “I can’t…I’m gonna come.”
He clenches his teeth as if holding himself back. “I’m right behind you.”
I grab my dick and messily jerk myself off as he clutches my thighs and thrusts into me. It’s like no time at all before that familiar pins-and-needles feeling starts at the base of my scalp and travels down to my groin. I moan brazenly as my balls let loose and I spurt all over my hand and stomach.
Jack shudders as he watches me, and not a moment later, he goes tense above me, calling out my name as he comes.
Once rid of the condom, he lies down and pulls me on top of him, holding me so close I can feel his heart galloping against mine. I bury my head in his neck and just breathe it all in. Him. Us. This town.
“Did you tell Uncle Chuck you want the house?” he asks in a breathy whisper. As if he’s checking to make sure our earlier conversation was real.
“Yeah. If all goes well, he thinks we can close in sixty days.” When Jack grows quiet, I feel unsettled, so I pull back to look at him. “Is that too soon?”
His hands lower to my ass, and he pulls me tightly to him. “Not soon enough.”
I huff out a laugh. “There’s a lot to decide. I haven’t even told Rocco yet.”
He winces. “What do you think he’ll say?”
I consider it a moment. “Honestly, I don’t think he’ll be surprised.”
He knows I’ve been looking at property, and naturally, the moving would follow. And though I told him it might just be a second home, that no longer sits well with me. I feel a soul-deep tug to this place, like the moon’s gravitational pull on the ocean tide. Jack is a force all his own, and I don’t want to be away from his orbit.
He nods. “And your mom?”
“She saw the house this morning and is encouraging me to do what feels best.”
“But your business…”
“Maybe I can do it from here or, I don’t know, come up with a different plan.” I grin because I can’t help myself. “It feels exciting to have other possibilities.”
“I hear you.”
My mind wanders off, considering his own. “I can always tell Rocco you’re finally selling me your station,” I tease. “And that’s the reason I’m moving here. It’s the ultimate sacrifice to get the sale.”
In one swift move, he flips me to my back and steals my breath. “I see you think you’re funny.”
I laugh, and he smiles down at me. The trust and confidence I see in his expression makes my stomach quiver.
The confidence is quickly replaced with uncertainty. “It’s hard to believe you won’t have regrets, but I promise to get better at managing my anxiety around it.”
“Better at being doubtful and grumpy?”
Jack pecks my lips. “You like me grumpy.”
“I do.” I grow sober. “What if I’m afraid you’ll have regrets? We haven’t known each other that long.”
“Long enough to know.”
“Know what?”
“That if I’m being honest, you’re the only man I’ve been able to see a future with.”
His raspy voice reverberates through my bones.
“So you’re intuitive now?”
“Maybe I am.” He hitches a shoulder. “Maybe I didn’t listen to my gut before.”
I think back to some of my own awful decisions. “Maybe there’s something to that.”
“See? I told you.”
He cups my face and kisses me, his tongue softly tangling with mine.
“You know what Beth said to me?” I ask as he draws back to catch his breath. “She said love looks good on you.”
He pushes a hair away from my forehead. “It does.”
“She meant for the both of us.”
“Huh. I’m finding myself agreeing with Beth more and more lately,” he replies.
I smile around a yawn. “Let’s go to sleep. We’ve got lots of planning to do tomorrow.”