Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
I dropped to my knees and crawled up beside him, leaning across his body and trying to work both of his shoulders evenly, which was a challenge considering his size. My arms, hands and fingers were contorted into odd, cramp-inducing angles. “I could give you a more even shoulder rub if we got back the way we were, with me in the chair and you in front of me.”
“Straddle my waist,” he said.
“Pardon me?”
He chuckled and stripped his t-shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.
I groaned. “You don’t even know how to keep a fucking shirt on, do you? You’ll find any excuse you can to show off your body.”
“Shut up and climb on,” he said. “And watch the side bruise.”
I did as he ordered, not daring to look and see if my friends were watching. Trey had skipped over the previews, and the movie had started, so I hoped their attention was already claimed by the TV. Kage didn’t even wince as my leg slid over his bruise, but I muttered an apology anyway.
All too soon, it became clear that the feel of his body between my legs was way too reminiscent of other things, and I found myself fighting the urge to grind against him. My dick was getting hard, and it wouldn’t calm down no matter how many times I told it this was not the time or place. I wondered if Kage was thinking the same kinds of thoughts, if my being on top of him was making him hard, and if he’d done this on purpose.
The words I’d said earlier to Braden came back to me. Nothing he does is ever accidental.
“Kage…” I began, but I wasn’t sure what I was going to say to him. I’d told him on the way to school that he could do whatever he wanted as far as announcing our relationship was concerned, so I couldn’t very well complain about that again.
“Yesss?” His voice was lazy and contented. And sexy as hell.
“Never mind.” I wrapped my fingers around his bulging deltoids and squeezed, digging my fingers in to work the muscles loose. Kage’s answering groan was pure sex to my ears, making me go all needy. My skin, my arms, my groin— every inch of my body ached to be in contact with him. The feeling of helpless attraction served to underscore the difference between us and my roommates. Both Trey and Braden had practically made out with their women several times during the day, right in front of us, yet we had to pretend we didn’t even care about each other. The knowledge sank deep into my gut and lodged there, sickening me. For the first time, I really understood what had been eating at Kage. Before, I’d just been concerned about getting his attention, getting laid, and wrapping my head around the fact that it was a man whose attention I was craving. Now that he was officially mine, I needed more. His attention and the few private moments we could grab were no longer enough for me. I wanted it all. The whole boyfriend package.
The suggestion in my movements was subtle but clear. Massage technique turned into touches that were slightly too intimate to be platonic. The change was more cerebral than physical, but he picked up on it, and his hips angled up in response. A quick hello from his body to mine, and that’s all it took for me to throw caution to the wind.
I lowered my position until I was sitting squarely on the muscular swell of his ass. Then I started running my hands up and down his back, leaning heavily on my arms on the upstroke, and sitting back fully onto his ass on the downstroke. After a few passes, my movements had morphed into a smooth roll-and-thrust, the ridge of my erection skimming along the crevice between those tempting mounds. I was just four— Kage was commando, so make that three— layers of fabric and a bottle of lube away from going for it.
My mind threw out possible scenarios, all of them dirty and ending in someone getting fucked. In private or in front of my roommates, foreplay or just getting right to business, Kage topping or me topping. The way his ass was looking and feeling right then, I was leaning toward the latter.
Right in the midst of my sexual meltdown, Kage did a quarter twist beneath me, grabbed onto my arm to stabilize me, and rolled over. We ended up in the same position, with me straddling him, only now he was on his back. I shuddered, fighting the urge to attack him with every ounce of pent-up desire that was churning inside me. Before I could do any more second-guessing, Kage snaked his big hand around the back of my head and pulled me down until his lips tickled the shell of my ear. He ran his other hand around to cup my ass, fingers anchoring between my cheeks, and crushed his solid erection so hard against mine it made me gasp.