Christmas with My Best Friend’s Dad (Fixer Brothers Construction Co #4) Read Online Raleigh Ruebins

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Fixer Brothers Construction Co Series by Raleigh Ruebins
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
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Casey and I were obviously attracted to each other, but until recently, I hadn’t entertained any thoughts of truly being “together” with him, as a couple.

Now, it seemed like a possibility. One I really, really enjoyed the thought of.

I stood up, reaching for the shower gel and lathering it up on my hands. I washed Casey off, and then myself, until both of us were squeaky clean. After getting out of the shower, we toweled off, but neither of us bothered to put any clothes on before tucking into Casey’s bed.

My cock was as hard as a damn diamond, but I was so fixated on Casey that I’d been ignoring it all night. But the moment I slipped under the sheets with him, my own dick felt like a beacon, drawn toward Casey in a very, very insistent way.

And I got a little impatient.

More than a little impatient.

It was like I was fully thinking with my dick, in a way I hadn’t done in years. I didn’t bother with logistics, or think about condoms and lube, or worry about anything. I needed to feel my cock between him somehow.

So I just moved up behind him, like he was the little spoon to my big spoon, and I pushed my cock between the back of his thighs. Right below the cleft of his ass, his thighs formed a tight divot that was perfect for me.

“Oh,” he said, and I didn’t hate the surprise in his voice. “You—”

“It feels so fucking good,” I said, feeling like some animal instinct was taking over me. I didn’t give a damn that I wasn’t buried in his ass, even though I knew I’d want that, too, very soon.

I needed him quickly, right now. And I was a little desperate.

He squeezed the muscles of his thighs tight around my cock and now I was the one who was moaning, feeling how well he could grip me like that.

“God, I always wanted this,” Casey murmured as he let me use him to get off.

“No way,” I said.

“Thigh fucking? Yes,” Casey said.

“You are such a liar,” I said, though I sure as hell didn’t stop what I was doing, still thrusting forward, a little faster now.

I loved being behind him like this, too. I had one arm wrapped around his torso, tugging his body close up against mine, and I buried my face at the crook of his neck. His hair was still the slightest bit damp against my skin, and it smelled so much like him, clean and inviting.

“Not a liar,” Casey uttered. “I’ve gotten off to thigh fucking porn before, you know.”

My cock throbbed between his legs. “What? I didn’t even know that was a real thing—I just thought I was being desperate and way too impatient right now.”

“Oh, it’s a thing, I promise you,” he murmured.

He started to buck his hips backward against me now, squeezing his muscles around my cock in a pulsating rhythm.

“Holy fuck, it feels too good,” I said.

“Then come for me, Rome,” Casey said. “Come down my thighs. Fuck up my sheets. I have more.”

I groaned. “You have no idea how hot it is when you say things like that.”

“So do it,” he said, in some combination of begging and commanding me that only turned me on more.

I breathed heavy as I fucked into the space between his thighs, loving every moment of it. This was one of the best things about Casey. I felt like I could do anything with him. He’d never judge me, never say I was being strange. He was up for anything, and that only made every part so much more fun.

We were fun, together. Better than the sum of our parts. And down for any ride.

It didn’t take long before I felt the wave cresting inside me, and I knew I was about to lose it. I pulled his body even closer to mine, loving every inch of heat as our skin touched.

“Gonna come,” I breathed against him as I lost control. I held him hard as I came, biting down on his shoulder, pulsing between his legs.

He let out a low, satisfied sound. “So goddamn hot,” he murmured.

I didn’t have any clue how I was so lucky.

I relaxed. He breathed out. I kissed the back of his head once, and then again, and then another dozen times.

“I am a lucky man,” I said.

“You have to let me do that to you next,” Casey said. “I want to know how it feels.”

I puffed out a laugh. “Casey, I would be honored if you fucked my thighs.”

He laughed, too, before turning to press a kiss to my lips before getting up. “Help me change my sheets?”

He cleaned off his thighs and then we put new sheets on his bed. By the time we were back under clean sheets again, I felt blissfully tired. Like I was truly satisfied, on a bone-deep level. We got in the same position again, with him as my little spoon, this time a little more innocently.


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