Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
I leak into my palm as the fantasies in my mind lead me up the slope toward orgasm.
“Jacob.” Riley’s voice is breathy, soft, with that little rasp at the back that makes me think of sex, even when she’s talking about completely unrelated shit.
“Yeah.” My response is gravelly and desperate sounding.
“Does it feel good?” she asks.
“So fucking good,” I groan, even though my brain is vibrating like the skin of a bass drum.
“Come for me,” she whispers. “Come all over your belly. Let it go.”
Fuck. I jerk harder, and as the surge from my balls begins, I tug up my shirt and release over my abs in ribbon after ribbon of satisfaction. The blood that pounds through my head is hotter than lava, but as my heart and breathing slow, the familiar relief comes as cool as the rising tide.
Riley stands, and our eyes meet in the darkness. What is she going to do?
I know what I’d like her to do. Take my softening cock in her mouth and suck it gently, keep it nice and warm while I come down from my high. Getting her on her knees between my legs would be a fantasy come true.
But of course, she isn’t going to do that. Taking tissues from the box on the table, she hands them to me for cleanup duty. I still have my dick in my hand, the tip visible. It’s dark, but the evidence of my orgasm is clear, and so is my body spread out before her. I let go of my dick to clean my belly, watching as her eyes travel over it. I can’t tell what she’s thinking; it could be lust or disgust.
Maybe I’ve blown my chance with her, or maybe this experience will burrow into her mind like a little sex worm and make her want more than what Hayes alone can offer.
“Time to put your dick away,” she says softly.
“I don’t think I have the energy.” I crack a smile, and she shakes her head.
“Leave it out then,” she says. “But watch Hayes chop it off in the morning when he comes down and finds you exposing yourself with me in the room.”
With that hideous visual burned into my mind, I toss the tissues into the trash can and zip myself away.
“Time to get some sleep,” I tell Riley, already feeling a little better.
I wait until her breathing evens out before I finally allow myself to drift off.
***
“Jacob.”
I groan and curl my body inward, pressing against warm flesh.
“Jacob.” A hand on my shoulder shakes me hard enough to clash my teeth. I open my bleary eyes, finding Riley’s face filling my field of vision.
“What?” I mumble, my mouth too dry to open fully.
“I’m checking you’re still alive. Remember?”
“I’m alive.”
“And hogging the blanket,” she says, tugging it from where it tangled around my legs. “Why are you on the couch again?”
“Chair was too uncomfortable. Don’t worry. I won’t do anything.”
She snorts. “Damn right, you won’t unless you want my knee and your junk to become intimately acquainted.”
“I’ll pass on the offer of your knee, but there are a few other parts of your body my junk wouldn’t mind becoming best friends with.”
“Not happening. How’s the head?”
“Okay,” I say, bringing my hand to my temple, testing. For now.
“That’s good. Go back to sleep.”
I touch my forehead in a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am.”
Her smile is sweet, plumping the apples of her cheeks in an adorable way that makes me want to pepper her face with kisses. Fuck. All it takes is this girl and a punch to my head, and I’m softening. It’s disconcerting.
I close my eyes and wait as she adjusts her position, and when she drapes the blanket over me, I smile. She really is a great nursemaid. Much more considerate than either of my brothers would have been.
“You’re different than you used to be,” I whisper, freezing after the admission. Why the fuck did I say that? What could I possibly be hoping to achieve?
She turns to look at me, and our eyes meet in the dark. “Am I?”
I nod, and her lips part like she wants to ask how, but she presses them back together, deciding against it. Turning back to her sleeping position, facing away from me, she pulls the blanket higher.
“You’re different, too,” she says quietly. “And the same.”
I want to know the differences, but I don’t ask because it doesn’t matter. I know that any change is only skin deep. She knew a wiry kid whose bones were more prominent than his muscles. I had the face of a child when we lived together. I might look like a man now, but I’m still the same brittle boy, pretending to be tough and hoping no one will see the truth. Riley doesn’t know, though—nobody does—and that’s how it will stay.