Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“I’m so close, Ty,” he growls in my ear.
“Finally.”
“I need you to come.”
I grab my cock. “Done and done.” I start to jack off as Rossi holds my hips and starts to pound into me.
Every pass of his cock over my prostate pushes me closer to the edge. My brain is getting all kinds of fuzzy until all I can focus on is the slap of skin on skin, the pinch of pain where his fingers dig into my hips, and the sharp zings of pleasure going off inside me.
I’m …
So …
Close …
My hand tightens around my dick as I cry out, orgasm barreling through me at a rate I’ve never felt before. My cock twitches as I spill my load, but I’m too checked out to acknowledge much more than the overwhelming relief at coming and the stickiness I’ve left on my hand.
“Argh. Fuck.” Rossi gives one final hard thrust, then stills, hands tightening, breathing hitched as he starts to come. It takes a minute before he loosens his grip, and he lets out a long sigh, hand smoothing up my spine. “Wow.”
“That was my line.”
He chuckles, and when I feel him about to step back, I reach behind me and hold him there.
“Stay.”
He doesn’t argue, just wraps himself around me and shifts us from the arm of the couch and onto the cushion. It makes me feel better than I thought it would.
Everything with him does.
And now, we can finally enjoy it.
Out loud and in the open, as well as during these quiet moments together.
Just us.
I’ve never wanted anything more.
I’m determined to keep him.
And this time, I’m going to succeed the first time. Because Gian Rossi is my future.
Chapter 16
ROSSI
THREE MONTHS LATER
“You ready to go?” I call out from Tyson’s brand-new bathroom, where I’m brushing my teeth.
“I don’t want to leave.”
I spit in the sink and rinse my mouth. Ever since he moved into this apartment, he never wants to leave.
As suspected, when I get to his living room, he’s in the middle of it, staring at the floor.
“I have hardwood floors!” he exclaims.
I laugh. It’s cute that he’s excited. The novelty of the apartment hasn’t worn off yet. He only recently moved in and decorated the place after staying at the tiny cold box as long as he could stand it.
He wanted to pass his one-month trial at his new job and secure a permanent contract before signing a longer lease at a more expensive place.
“And you have a view!” I point out the window. Sure, it’s of the building across the street, but hey, it’s a proper window, and it’s not a view of the sidewalk. “But can we appreciate them later? We’re going to be late.”
“Has the NHL changed their rules about the bulky padding yet?”
“Sorry. Still no assless chaps.”
“Then I’d rather stay here and watch this view.”
I hold my heart. “It hurts that you think looking at the floor is more interesting than watching hockey. It really, really hurts.”
“I actually meant staying here and staring at you in assless chaps.”
“I don’t have assless chaps.”
“We need to rectify that,” he grumbles. “Fine. If you insist, I’ll go to the hockey game with you.”
“A friend got me these tickets. They’re so close to the ice we’ll be able to smell the blood.”
“I think we have different definitions of a good night.”
I pull him against me. “How about this? We go do my thing, and then we can come back here and fuck until we pass out.”
“How can I say no to that?”
“Exactly. You can’t. Do you want to get dinner on the way or just get arena food?”
“Arena food. If I have to watch hockey, I may as well enjoy something I like while I’m doing it—eating.”
“Why am I with you? Honestly?”
Tyson grins. “Because my new apartment is walking distance from your school.”
I click. “That’s right. Totally using you for location. It’s all about location, location, location.”
“And the sex. Don’t forget that.”
“True. Sex and a place to stay when I can’t be bothered commuting to classes? You’re a catch.”
“You know how to make a guy feel special.”
I lean in and lay my lips on his cheek and move them down his neck. “How about I’m with you because aside from your dislike for hockey, I love everything else about you.”
“Hmm, that’s heading in the right direction. Keep giving me compliments.”
“I love that you’re loyal.” I kiss him again. “Passionate.” And again. “Kind.”
“Pfft. You make me sound like a marshmallow. I’m fierce, damn it.”
“I love how delusional you are.”
He pushes me away and folds his arms.
“I love how cute you are when you’re pretending to be mad.”
Tyson’s mouth opens, but I keep going.
“But most of all. I love how you’re so nice that you would feel guilty if I missed the start of the game.”
He grunts. “Way to guilt me into moving my ass.”