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)
River gives us a tight squeeze, and that torches all my senses. The twin combo of his hand stroking me and our dicks rubbing together is insane. It’s a double hit of pleasure. Two for the price of one.
And I desperately want to give in to this moment. To River taking charge. But I want to lead tonight. I want to show him how I can make him melt.
“Let me,” I tell him, as I slide my hand between us.
“I don’t know why you think I have to be in control all the time,” he says.
“River, have you met you? You love control,” I say as I bat his hand away, then wrap mine around our dicks.
As I grip us, he lets out a filthy oh fuck me. River stretches his neck, his head hitting the wall, his dirty mouth working overtime. “Ahhh, fuck control, Owen. Just fuck it. You can do anything to me,” he says, moaning as I stroke us in tandem.
Bliss pulls at me, coiling inside, flashing hot.
“A little harder. Little faster,” River grits out, giving me orders, and that’s my guy. He loves to talk. Loves to tell me what he wants. And I like knowing how to make him feel amazing.
I jerk us a little rougher, curling my fist tighter, then shuddering as I stare down at the heady sight of our arousal, our joint pleasure.
“We look so hot together,” I murmur.
River’s eyes snap open and he gazes down our bodies at my hand shuttling our slick cocks. His breath comes in a ragged pant. “Yes. Make us come, baby. I’m so fucking close. It’s so good. You’re so good. I can’t take it,” he says, his words falling out with wild abandon, like he can’t help himself.
I eat them all up. I savor every syllable, every moan, each cry of lust.
Picking up speed, my hand flies over our lengths. Harsh noises fall from his lips. Carnal moans. Sounds so filthy and fantastic that pleasure jolts through my body, a warning sign that release is on its way.
“Yes. Do that, do that,” he orders, but now his voice is growing too loud, and the change in volume both makes me laugh and turns me on.
“Shh,” I say, then I cover his lips with mine.
I kiss River ruthlessly, consuming his lips as I jerk us into a white-hot blur of ecstasy. He shudders, I shake, and we both come together.
Like this.
Like we know we have so much more than one night.
And we do, because when we pull apart, he flashes me a woozy, dopey grin, then says, “Hi. I just got a fantastic hand job from the guy I love.”
“Lucky you.”
River wraps his arms around my neck. “Have I mentioned I’m in love with you?”
“You have, but I like hearing it.”
“Good. I’ll tell you again. I’m in love with you.”
Funny, how I was hunting for the perfect moment to tell him, and then I blurted it out at what seemed the worst possible time.
But now that I’m here, on this side of us, the timing was perfect after all.
24
RIVER
The engine rumbles off.
“All right, gentlemen. Can you just say it now? Just say it once?” Tobey presses his hands together in prayer.
“You were right,” I tell the badass vet.
“And you will always be our Navy Seal,” Owen seconds.
“Thank you,” he says, like we’ve given him his greatest wish.
Owen and I grab our bags, hop out, and say goodbye to the magic dog-van dude.
Then, we toss our things in my car, and head into the cabin. As soon as the door swings open, I set my hand on my heart. “I want to bronze this cabin.”
Owen barks out a laugh. “Man, you are weird sometimes.”
I grab his hand, tug him backward to me. “Shut up. I’m romantic.”
“You think bronzing a cabin is romantic? No, that’s weird. Even you can’t spin that one.”
I turn him around. “I can’t help it if I’m more romantic than you.”
Owen rolls his eyes.
“I just have a special place in my heart for our Fun Cabin. Wait. Better yet, let’s call it The Sex Cabin.”
“And really, what else should a cabin do but give its services to the cause of good sex?” Owen asks.
“Hottie,” I say, admonishing him, “it was great sex.”
“I know. Just wanted to see if you were paying attention.”
“I am.” I hum, tapping my chin as I survey the home where I experienced not only that great sex, but also the fantastic realization that I’d fallen in love with this amazing man. “Since we had agreed not to talk about what was happening at first, what if we call this Fight Club Sex Cabin?”
Owen grins. “Yes, but we’re not bronzing it. We want to use it again. Ergo, we need to be good guests at Chateau Fight Club Sex Cabin.”
And good guests we are for the next hour as we run the laundry, wash the towels and sheets, then make the bed in the guest room.