Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Something cracked open in my chest. I grabbed his hand and tugged until we were almost touching. “Show me just how gay you are, Connor McMurtry.”
The way he looked at me—raw, hungry—sent shivers racing down my spine. Then something shifted. His shoulders squared, his stance widened, and just like that, the Marine was back. Confident. In control. And holy hell, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
He gripped my hips, pulling me tight against him. The message was clear—he was taking charge. Should I trust him? Could I? After what happened last night, part of me hesitated. But he’d come to me. Humbled himself. Told me he didn’t think I’d want him. He’d let himself be vulnerable.
And I was dying to know what it would feel like to have him inside me, to be completely taken by him.
He leaned down, his lips barely brushing mine. “Are you sure about this? Because once I start—”
“I’m sure.” God, please don’t let me regret this.
Then he kissed me. No hesitation. No holding back. Just raw, consuming heat. He grabbed my ass and ground our bodies together, and I felt the press of his hard cock through his jeans. There was no question what he wanted.
I matched his kiss, tongue sliding against his, pushing for dominance. I was used to being the one in control, but this time, I wanted to surrender. That was new. Scary. And intoxicating.
Connor didn’t mind. He opened for me, letting me suck on his tongue, our mouths slick and hot. A moan escaped me as the pressure built—low and pulsing in my gut. Could I come just from this?
By the time he pulled back, I was breathless and dizzy. I leaned my forehead against his, needing the contact to steady myself.
His breathing was just as ragged as mine. “I’d never kissed a man before you,” he said softly.
Warmth bloomed in my chest. “Really?”
He held my arms and looked into my eyes. “Never.”
“Did you like it?” I couldn’t help the tension creeping in. I needed to hear him say it.
“Very much. Or at least, I like it with you.”
I swear my heart skipped a beat. How could I not fall for this man when he said things like that?
Connor kissed me again—slower this time, like he wanted to memorize my mouth. I gave myself over to the sensation, letting his lips and hands say everything he didn’t yet know how to put into words.
When he pulled back, something shifted again. His expression darkened—hesitation, maybe. Fear trying to creep back in.
“We don’t have to do this now,” I offered, not sure if I meant it. “We could… I don’t know… talk, or eat, or something.”
He looked down at the bulge in his jeans, then back at me. “I don’t think I can talk right now.”
That made me laugh. “Come here.”
I liked him shy just as much as I liked him bold. This time, I stopped when our lips were a breath apart. “We don’t have to rush anything.”
“I don’t know if I can be patient,” he said, his voice rough and low.
I kissed him again, cupping his face, enjoying the scratch of stubble under my palms. I worked my way across his jaw, then down his neck. When I nibbled, he tensed, hands tightening on my hips.
“Good?” I asked, my lips brushing against his throat.
“Not enough,” he growled.
“No,” I said, “not nearly enough.”
His hands went to my fly. One hand popped the snap on my jeans while the other traced the length of my cock through my underwear. I gasped and bucked into his hand. “Please.”
He stroked me—slow, teasing—and I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped. I needed more. I needed him.
My hands fumbled for his jeans.
15
Connor
Ipushed Jeremy’s hands out of the way. “I got this.”
He started to protest, but I shut him up with my teeth on the muscle where his neck met his shoulder. He shuddered and gave in. Good. I couldn’t wait any longer.
In seconds, I had both our cocks in my hand. I stroked them slowly, savoring the sensation of him rubbing against me. I’d done this with men before, always in some dark, hidden spot, half-waiting for someone to catch us. It had always been a rush—fast, impersonal, desperate. But this? This was different. This was real. This was pleasure.
Jeremy clung to my shoulder, neck tilted just right, making it easy for me to lick and suck at his skin. God, I wanted to mark him. I hadn’t dared to do that with anyone before, but now I craved it.
“Please,” he whispered, his voice wrecked with need.
“Please what?” I growled. “Tell me.”
“Suck my neck. I fucking love that.”
I did. Hard. Deep. I breathed him in, his scent, his heat—everything. He was leaking like crazy now, his precum slicking my hand and making everything feel even hotter. I was close too, but I was determined to get him there first.