Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
The look in his eyes is feral. “Now fuck my face.”
I start moving, thrusting against him as he eagerly drinks me up. The sounds we’re making are ridiculous—loud, wet slurps from him and high-pitched moans from me, harmonizing with the slap of the headboard against the wall.
We find a pace, and then he lifts a hand and smacks my ass. The sting radiates straight to my clit.
“Do it again,” I urge him.
He rewards me with a slap on the other cheek.
My body responds with a flood of pleasure, and I cry out as I come hard on his face. When I return to reality, he gently lifts me off him then slowly guides me down his body so my pussy rubs against his chest, his stomach, his groin, leaving a wet trail in my wake.
“I need you on my cock so fucking badly,” he says breathlessly.
That’s where I want to be. “I’m on birth control. I’ve been tested too. Negative.”
He nods savagely. “Me too. Negative.”
That’s all there is to it. I sink down on his beautiful dick, savoring the feel of him bare as he fills me easily. Stretches me.
I ride him like an expert horsewoman, hot and sweaty and wild in our post-game victory fuck. His breath comes fast, urgent. “I want you to keep coming upstairs. I want you to keep finding me. Want you every single fucking night,” he says.
“I’ll be here,” I gasp, and it seems like we’re promising more than sex.
He rises up so we’re face-to-face. He runs a hand up my back and around to the ends of my hair, tugging my mouth closer to his. This kiss is messy. A stop-and-start kind of kiss, chased with a new desperation. His lips slide to the corner of my mouth and he nips me there, then groans, pulling back while still fucking up into me.
His eyes are wide, dark, and full of filthy promise as he lets go of my hair, then coasts that hand around to my front, across my chest, and up my throat.
I gasp, stretching my neck for him. His thumb and fingers clasp the sides of my throat, but his palm never comes down too hard on me. He’s gripping me without choking me, and I feel…taken.
“I love that,” I murmur.
“I fucking love it too. All of this. Just fucking love it.”
I’ve never heard him like this. So urgent. So raw. His tone ignites me, and so does his body. His movements turn jerky. As his breathing staggers, he lets go of my throat while I shove a hand between my thighs and rub my clit until my body spirals once again and the world blurs. I come again, sharp, hot, and loud. I’m shaking and he’s groaning.
He’s got to be right there with me, but when I open my eyes, his jaw is ticking, his eyes full of restraint. “Hands and knees, baby,” he says.
It takes me a second to realize what he’s doing and why. But I ease off him and comply, getting on all fours. He moves behind me on his knees, then there’s the sound of a quick jerk and hot liquid splashes on my lower back. He marks me with his come, then spreads it into me as I moan.
My reality is even better than my fantasy.
Later, after we’ve cleaned up and we’re lying in bed together, Wesley pulls me close, kisses my hair. “I want to tell your brother that I’m with you. You good with that?”
With you.
It’s so simple. So clear. There are no questions with those two words.
“Yes.” If I say anything else, a sob of happiness might climb up my throat. Because I am so, so good with that.
I don’t know how long we’ll have, but however long it is, I want it to be on our terms.
36
NO BODY BAG
Wesley
On Monday morning, I grab another book from the shelf, adding it to the stack in my arms. “So that’s what I’m going to do.”
Max stares at me like I just told him I’m going to skate with my laces untied. “This is your big plan?”
“Yup,” I say, resolute as I pass a stuffed frog chair in the children’s section of An Open Book, having just told my two closest friends about my meeting with the captain in, oh, thirty minutes’ time.
I’m incredibly calm though, and also determined. Like a play unfolding on the ice, I can see what I need to do and what I need to say to make this happen. The moves I have to make. The way I need to skate.
All that’s left is the execution.
Max blows out a better you than me breath, “Then I have a question for you.”
Before he can ask it though, Asher comes over and drops a metric ton of copies of Where the Wild Things Are onto the pile in my arms.