Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Chapter 35
Landon
I’ve enjoyed every single moment I’ve had the privilege of waking with Rick right next to me, but this morning feels different, better somehow.
The terror and worry I was feeling has already started to fade, but I also know I can’t forget it completely. Living in a bubble is nice, the best feeling in the world even, but dropping that guarded part of me will only lead to a freak-out later on. I can’t walk away from him again. I can’t get upset and put distance between us. I don’t think we’d survive the next one.
I know he loves me. It’s in the way he touches me, smiles at me, makes me feel whole, but I’ve violated his trust in me so many times, I know it’s still a precarious situation.
“Stop stabbing me with that thing,” he grumbles, his face buried in the pillow we’re sharing.
I roll my hips. “That thing?”
He chuckles, his back shaking against my chest. I’m practically lying on top of him, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
We stayed up as long as we could yesterday, but after not sleeping much the night before and the extracurricular activities, we were both asleep by the time the sun went down. Subtracting the middle-of-the-night meeting of our bodies, I’d say we’ve been asleep for ten or so hours.
I ache everywhere—my back, my arms, my legs. I even feel the echo of him in my ass, but I’m not complaining about that.
“We need to get up. Wanna hit the gym?”
He groans like working out is the very last thing he wants to do.
“I want breakfast in bed.”
I press my lips to his shoulder with a smile. “That sounds amazing.”
“I’ll stay right here while you run to grab something. Surprise me. I’m not picky.”
I smack his ass, an easy feat considering we’re both still naked, too tired after stroking each other off last night to bother with clothes before falling asleep again.
“I’m not going to cater to you.”
“I’m pouting,” he says, but I can hear the smile in his voice.
“I know the perfect way to wake you up.”
I run my hand down his back, circling around his hip to grip his erection. He groans, but it’s not the sound of a disinterested man.
“Are you sore?”
“Too sore to let you do it again so quickly,” I say. “But my mouth is fine.”
Without hesitation, he rolls over, a sleepy smile on his face. The pillow curls around his head when he lifts his arms, shoving his hands behind his head.
I take a moment to really look him over. Jesus, how could I have looked at him and not noticed his sexiness? My finger trails down his stomach, and I have to bite my lip at the way his muscles tense and release at the attention.
“You’re not just going to lie there while I do all the work.”
“No?” He reaches down, gripping the base of his cock. “I’ll hold it up for you.”
“I have a better idea.” I turn, smiling at his groan when he realizes what I’m doing.
“Hell yeah,” he says as I swing a leg over his head before taking the tip of him in my mouth. “Fuck, Landon. You’d think you’ve been doing that all your life.”
I start to laugh, but then he lifts his head and sucks me deep.
I block out everything but this moment. I’m cognizant of nothing but him, giving him my all, doing my best, and as it’s common with athletes, it quickly becomes a competition. I don’t know what the rules are. I don’t know if it’s to see who can make the other feel the best or winning means coming first, but I enjoy every single second of it.
Our bedroom door opens, and my mind is at war with itself. Do I cover him? Do I cover myself? It all happens so fast, but when I lift my head to tell Silas to fuck off, I make eye contact with my dad.
“Sorry,” he grunts before backing out and closing the door.
Silence fills the room. Rick doesn’t tell me it’s going to be okay. He doesn’t try to calm me down. I can’t speak either, because surely my parents just didn’t walk in and catch me trying to deep throat my boyfriend while he’s in turn sucking me off.
“Up,” Rick urges with a gentle smack to my thigh.
I move, but my brain really doesn’t register my actions. Rick shoves clothes in my hands, and on autopilot, I take them.
When I look at Rick, he has tears rolling down cheeks still flushed from the effort he was putting in on getting me off.
I feel shitty because my very first instinct after the shock starts to wane is to run after them and insist that it’s not what it looks like, but despite there being no confusion on getting caught in a sixty-nine, this man is my only concern right now.