Total pages in book: 244
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
Busted. “Ummm.”
“Behave, Owen,” he says in a low voice for me only. “If you do, I’ll make you feel so good in just a little while.”
And I want River’s brand of so good.
I want it so damn soon.
But I can also wait a little longer.
I’ve waited long enough for him like this, and now I have him. What’s another hour or so?
My friends deserve a little attention.
So I give it to them, playing the game until Tobey stands and announces that he’s got a good book to read. Nisha yawns, and Hailey says she needs to get her wife to bed.
Like dominoes, all the couples fall.
Holden gives the yawn performance of a lifetime, then heads down the hall with Reese.
Jones and Jillian skedaddle.
Steven and Brooks are off to the races.
TJ simply shakes his head, laughing. “Told you, O.”
“You did,” I say.
My friend gestures in the direction of River’s room, and mine. “Also, since you don’t need separate rooms now, how about I take Owen’s room, since then I won’t have to sleep on the couch?”
“Sounds like a most excellent plan,” River says.
I stand from the couch, stretching. “Are you going to stay up for a while, TJ?”
He nods, stretching out in the chair. “I have a book due to my editor. I’m feeling a little inspired by you two. You know how it goes with writers. We steal our friends’ stories.”
I know that’s not true for his big breakout book. That wasn’t anyone else’s story. It was his, it was true, and it didn’t end well in real life.
“And I have to say, the whole blurt-it-out-at-dinner bit? That’s a nice little twist,” TJ says.
“You don’t even have to steal it. You can have it,” I say.
River slides an arm around my waist but keeps his eyes fixed on TJ. “What will you call our story?”
TJ studies River, then me, then the two of us. “Hmmm. I’m thinking . . . The Bromance Zone.”
“Has a nice ring to it,” I say, and a minute later, I close the door to River’s room, and jerk him against me.
Then I kiss the fuck out of my boyfriend, even with my glasses on. It’s a hard, rough kiss. One that says I can finally have him. We can have each other.
It’s deep and passionate and will lead to one thing only.
Orgasms. Preferably soon.
River grabs at the neck of my shirt. “I need to get naked with you. Need to suck you off. Jerk you. Anything.”
“You’re too loud, though,” I whisper, but I have a plan.
“You’re too loud,” he says with a pout.
“We both are. But there’s an excellent solution.”
Five minutes later, we’re in the shower, making out like crazy as the water drowns out our noises. We make up for lost time. I back him up against the tiled wall as the hot water beats down on us. I can’t get enough of River.
I am ravenous for this man.
I’ve been granted a full license to touch him, to taste him. I’m no longer driving with a learner’s permit. He’s given me the keys to his body. I’m turning them, and we’re going for a ride.
Our bodies press together, our lips crush each other, and our tongues explore. My hands clasp his face, then slide into his wet hair, and I can’t get close enough. Neurons fire madly as I devour his mouth while my head goes hazy.
And I can’t stop kissing him.
Why would I?
He’s mine, and I want to imprint his taste on my mind. Explore all the flavors of his kiss. I want it all.
And I have it.
Holy hell. I have him.
A rush of adrenaline spins in me from that awareness—this isn’t a one-time thing. We are happening, and we’ll keep happening.
With equal parts reverence and raging desire, I drag a hand down his side, over his hip, around to his ass. Curling it over his cheek.
I jerk him against me, our cocks lining up.
Electricity surges in me.
We rub together.
Grind against each other.
Spikes of lust hit me everywhere, and I’m comprised only of want.
With every touch, I pulse for him. His greedy sighs and whimpers tell me he feels exactly the same.
And it’s time.
Time to take us over the cliff.
As the water beats hard, I separate for a few seconds, hunting for the lube packet I brought into the shower. I find it on the soap dish, move his body a few inches away from the stream.
His eyes are hooded, lust drunk, and so damn sexy.
As I rip it open, River slips a hand between us, grabbing both our dicks in his palm. “Hi there,” he says in the dirtiest greeting ever.
I groan from the wicked bliss that thrums through me. The insane pleasure from his hand knowing just what to do. “Hey to you,” I rasp out as I drizzle some lube into my palm.