Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Jesus, this man. I don’t even know what to say to that, so instead, I push up onto my toes and kiss him.
Rian moans into my mouth, his cock growing hard against me. Mine is thickening too, throbbing with more intensity as the kiss goes on.
His hands tighten on my hips, blunt nails digging in as he kisses me harder, hungrier, like he needs this in ways neither of us has the words for.
I press my lips to his again, then pull away, grabbing his sponge and soap, before I start washing him.
It doesn’t matter what he did tonight. I’m not sure what that says about me, but it’s how I feel. Maybe if I didn’t trust Rian, if I didn’t know that, despite the bad parts of him, there is a good man who loves with all his heart.
Once the invisible traces of the blood he’d spilled tonight are free from his skin, I turn off the water, and this time, I’m the guide, pulling him out with me and drying us both off.
Rian follows my lead, walking back into his room, then watching as I kneel on the floor beside his bed.
“Jerk off on me. I don’t want to smell like soap. I want to smell like you.”
Rian lets out a deep growl, then a curse, grabbing lube from his drawer before wrapping his strong hand around his thick cock.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, jacking himself. “I’m going to come on you every fucking day, make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
Yes, yes, yes. I want that.
Need it.
“There’s nothing I won’t do to protect you, to keep you. Jesus, how did you do this to me? How did you make me feel again?”
Because I did. I have no doubt in my mind about that. I made Rian feel, and no one can ever take that away from me.
“Because I was meant to be yours,” I say. “No one’s but yours.”
His jaw tightens, hand frantically sliding up and down his cock. “Fuck. Here it comes. Gonna give it to you. Gonna give you all my cum.”
The first spurt hits my cheek. I open my mouth and the second hits its target, before he shoots on my shoulder and chest too.
When his balls are run dry, he traces my lips with his cockhead, and I lick any remaining cum from him. He pulls me to my feet, lowers me to the bed, and lies beside me, sucking me into his hot, wet mouth.
He’s taking me down like a man starving, like he’s been waiting a lifetime to have his mouth on my cock again.
I’m too close to the edge already, arching upward. “Can’t hold back. I’m going to come.”
He pulls off, lying back. “Do it on me too. Make me yours.”
A bolt of unfamiliar possessiveness lights me up from the inside. I push onto my knees, wrap my hand around my shaft, jerking myself off until the hot splatter of my cum hits his stomach and chest.
I rub it into his skin, just as he does mine, then Rian lifts the covers over me, turns out the light, and climbs into bed with me. “Everything is going to be okay. I promise you.”
I smile into the dark room, believing him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Rian
Abbott’s breathing is even beside me, sleep having taken hold of him hours ago. It’s not surprising that it eludes me. Sleep often does and that’s on a normal day—not one where I find out that the man I clearly care about is in danger, and then bring him home with me…to the place I never expected to share with anyone I want like this.
I maybe more than want him, but I don’t know how to begin sorting through that possibility in my head, so instead, I lean forward and kiss his freckled shoulder before climbing out of bed.
I grab my cell, pull on a pair of pants, and slip out of the room.
The sun shines brightly through the windows when I go downstairs, calling Conan as I go.
“Hey,” I say.
“Pulling up now.”
“All right.” I end the call and go to the front door. Conan wouldn’t have slept last night either, but he looks refreshed in a way that I don’t feel.
He comes with me to my office, taking a chair on the other side of my desk. “Everything go okay last night?” he asks.
“Yeah. I left him in bed asleep.”
Conan cocks a brow at me.
I get it. This whole situation is unexpected and so far from anything I ever thought I would do. If I can’t believe it, I’m sure he can’t either. “Did you expect me to deny it? I brought him to my home, C.”
“It’s okay that you did, you know that, right? Moira would want that for you. She would hate that you’ve been alone this long.”