Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
When I strode to the bed and pushed down on the mattress with the heels of my hands, he raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”
“I think it’s only fair that I test the mattress myself; you know, for future guests.”
“Okay, I lied,” he admitted as I sat down on the edge of the bed. “It’s pretty nice too, but somehow yours is still better.”
“Well, there’s a solution to this dilemma.” Despite managing to keep my voice strong, I couldn’t make myself meet his gaze as I added, “You can just sleep in my bed whenever you want.”
And since I’d embarrassed myself enough, I mumbled a good-night and made my way to the hallway, wondering why in the hell I’d said all that. Alcohol—I’d blame it on that.
But by the time I’d gotten settled under my covers, he was there, sliding in bed beside me. I didn’t say a word, and hid my smile with a yawn, but my entire body felt like it was buzzing as his arm accidentally knocked against mine.
“We could always snuggle, like Seth and Jesse,” he remarked, staring at the ceiling. “If that’s something you nee—”
“Hell no, I like my space,” I replied, and it was partly true even if I wasn’t opposed to someone holding me—someone I was in a relationship with, and that was not this.
Plus, it would hide the boner I’d just developed, which I couldn’t readily explain. It might’ve been that he was a warm body—a very cute warm body—and it’d been months since I’d last had sex. Yep, that had to be it.
“Good,” he murmured. “Me too.”
“Glad that’s settled,” I said, fluffing my pillow, then turning toward the window. “Night.”
He sighed as he adjusted the sheets on his side of the bed. “Night.”
19
Skylar
My. Dick. Was. So. Hard.
The truth was, I’d gone to my own bed tonight because I really, really wanted to jerk off. Okay, so maybe that wasn’t completely true. I definitely wanted to stroke my cock, but that wasn’t the only reason I’d gone to my own bed. I was feeling a little strange about the whole thing. I’d taken over his space, his apartment, then worked my way into his bed too so I could snore in his ear and steal his blankets, and…what if Clark wanted to bring a guy home? What if I came home from work and there was a dude in his bed, and I’d be like, Oh, hey, sorry for interrupting. Mind scooting over?
I had no business sleeping with him every night, yet there I was, doing it again, with an erection I’d planned on working up in my own bed, because I hadn’t had it there.
Damn Clark and his adorableness. I really needed to get off.
I changed positions, rolling onto my side. For some reason, it felt odd facing away from him, so I turned back the other way. He was far enough away that he wouldn’t know my cock was pointing at him like, Ooh, sexy boy with a hand and a mouth and an ass and whom you actually like.
“Are you okay?” Clark asked.
“Yeah, fine,” I grumbled, even if I couldn’t say exactly why I was grumbling.
“You really didn’t have to get into my bed with me if you didn’t want to.” He flopped over, and though it was dark, I knew he was turning to face me.
“That’s not it. If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I don’t do anything I don’t want.”
“Then why are you being weird and grumpy and flopping around and sighing?”
I’d sighed? Oops. “It was more of a huff.”
Clark was quiet for a moment, and I knew he was upset. That he was thinking he’d done something wrong when he really hadn’t. I just needed to come, and the thought of him got my dick hard. I didn’t want to think those things about him. I didn’t want to hurt him. I didn’t want the same things he did. That was a lot of things I didn’t want…
There was a ruffling of blankets and then the bedside light turned on. Clark grabbed his black-framed glasses and pushed them back on. “What’s wrong, Sky? Did I do something wrong?”
Jesus, why did he always think that? He was great. I wasn’t sure Clark ever did anything wrong. “No, you didn’t, it’s just…” With a sigh, I pulled the blanket down and pointed to my groin. “My dick…is a little excited tonight and sort of wants to jizz all over the place. I was going to jack off, but then I wanted to be in bed with you. Once I got here, it got even more excited, and now I have a boner.”
Clark’s eyes were wide as he stared down, breathing heavily. He didn’t look me in the face, didn’t speak, and…did he just whimper?