Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
He frowned again. “Well, but… that’s just a fact, Lane.”
I nodded. Jay had once talked for twenty minutes straight about the Pit’s secret-recipe sauce. “I know.”
“And their commitment to offering vegan options—”
“I know, baby.”
“And they make their own pickles, which—”
I kissed him again because I couldn’t help it.
“Jaybird,” I said, laughing. “Do you want to stand here talking about barbecue all night, or do you want to go upstairs and… rattle your train for me?”
Jay didn’t hesitate. He jumped up, turned off the lights, and shut the garage door behind us.
After leading him up to my place, I took my time undressing him, dropping open-mouthed kisses on every newly exposed inch of him as I went. By the time I had Jay naked on my bed, I was short of breath from wanting him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said, eating him up with my eyes.
Jay’s body was lean but strong, thanks to a lifetime of physical jobs. I was obsessed with those arms he displayed on a daily basis, with his broad shoulders and his taut stomach. I wanted to lick every inch of him, connect the dots across his freckled chest with my tongue and turn them into pictures, to kiss him until he couldn’t see straight.
But more than any of that, I wanted to make Jaybird feel as seen and as loved as he made me feel every day. “What would make you feel good tonight?”
He huffed out a laugh. “This. All of this. What you’re already doing.”
I pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “What else?”
His eyes darkened. “I want to fuck you, Lane.”
My stomach tightened with need and desire. We’d talked about it before, but for the past few months, we’d been too eager to get off with quick handjobs and blowjobs to need anything more.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Jay shifted us quickly until I was flat on my back and all of those muscles were pinning me down. My heart rate picked up as I imagined him thrusting inside me. Fuck, I wanted that.
“You going to relax?” he asked with a teasing glint in his eyes. “You’re practically vibrating.” He moved his hand down to run a finger over my hole.
I groaned.
The room was warm, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting Jay’s shoulders in golden light as he leaned over me. His weight pressed against me, grounding me, and I couldn’t look away from the way he was watching me—like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.
“Lane,” he murmured, his voice rough, reverent. He brushed his thumb across my cheek, his other hand settling on my hip. “Are you sure?”
I nodded, my throat tight. I tried to cut the tension with a joke. “Sure I want you at least half as much as Disco Dave did when he first arrived.”
Jay’s gaze softened, and he kissed me again, slow and deliberate. His lips were warm, his beard rough against my skin as he trailed kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, and lower still. Each touch left a trail of heat in its wake, every flick of his tongue pulling quiet gasps from my lips.
His hands were everywhere—firm and steady as he guided me into place, my body open beneath him. I shivered as his fingers trailed down my stomach, skimming over sensitive skin before settling between my legs.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, almost to himself. Then he glanced at me with flushed cheeks. “Prettier than a peacock.”
I huffed out a laugh, my head falling back against the pillow. “Pretty sure that’s going on the list for cheesiest line anyone’s ever used during sex.”
Jay shook his head, grinning. “Give it time. I can get cheesier.”
I wanted to give it time. I wanted to have all the time in the world with him.
His fingers slipped lower, circling me in a way that made my breath hitch. He took his time, his movements coaxing me open until I was panting, my hips lifting into his touch.
“Jay,” I breathed, gripping his arms. “Please.”
He leaned down, brushing his lips against my ear. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, his voice barely above a deep whisper. “Tell me if I do.”
“You won’t,” I promised, my voice shaking. “I trust you.”
He kissed me again, slower this time, his lips lingering on mine as he reached for the bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer. I heard the faint click of the cap, the cool sensation of the gel slicking his fingers before he pressed them against me.
I gasped at the first touch, my body tensing instinctively before I forced myself to relax. Jay’s hand was steady, his voice low and soothing as he murmured soft reassurances against my temple.
“That’s it,” he said, breath warm against my skin. “Relax, sweetheart.”
When he finally slid inside me, the stretch was intense, a mix of discomfort and pleasure that left me breathless. Jay stilled, his body trembling with restraint as he gave me time to adjust, his hands gripping my hips like they were the only thing tethering him to the moment.