Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 89074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
He steps me backwards and pins my body, my back pressing up against the built-in bookshelves behind me.
All I’m wearing are grey sweatpants and a white T-shirt, so Hunter wastes no time shoving his hand down past my waistband and closing his fist around my cock.
I moan against his mouth.
I cannot want this.
Not this badly.
“You’re going to come for me right here, Rayne,” he says against my lips as he tugs on my cock. “I know you’re scared of one of your friends seeing. Of Weston seeing. And that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop.”
I moan. “You’re out of your fucking mind—”
“And you love it,” he growls near my ear, squeezing my cock harder.
I throb under his touch and let out a ragged breath.
It feels so good it’s unfair.
I don’t know if I trust him or not. I don’t even know what his intentions are.
But I’m surrendering to his touch because it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt, and Hunter is very good at getting me to do bad things.
He shoves down my waistband so my cock is actually exposed now, out in the open and on display for anyone who might walk by that open archway.
“We can’t fucking do this—”
“You told me you want to live in my world,” he says. “Welcome, king.”
My heart pounds against the inside of my chest.
He grips the base of my cock and then strokes along my shaft, dragging his thumb across the precum on my slit.
I hear one of the guys coming in from the backyard and I jump forward.
Hunter’s palm connects with the front of my chest and he pushes me hard against the shelf again.
Someone is definitely in the kitchen, because I hear the sound of the sink and the fridge being opened. There’s no way to see into the reading room from the kitchen, but it’s still too close for comfort, just down the narrow hallway.
Hunter is sucking on my earlobe now as he strokes my cock from the side.
“I hate how good you feel,” I utter, my eyelids fluttering shut for a second.
When I open them again I see the blue of his eyes, so close to my face, and it’s like he’s putting me into some hypnotic trance.
“I can’t get you out of my fucking head, Colson, and it’s starting to really bother me.”
“Feeling’s mutual.”
“I’m not going to be something you can just give up,” he tells me. “You’re going to hate me. You’re going to want me out of your life. But you’re also going to beg for me, every time I touch you.”
“Pretty big fan of yourself, aren’t you?” I toss back.
Because I’m also never going to back down.
“Big fan of how you look when you come.”
More guys are streaming into the kitchen now, and their conversation carries down the hallway.
Hunter can tell that the sound is distracting me.
He slides down, dropping to his knees, the low glow of the lamp shining on his blond hair.
He presses his lips against the tip of my cock and teases me, flicking his tongue over it while he looks up at me.
And then I watch my cock disappear into his mouth, inch by inch, as he suddenly catches me off guard and takes me deep.
Earlier I thought he might never speak to me again.
And now I’m looking down at him between my thighs, taking my cock, his tongue sliding on the underside and threatening to make me scream.
He looks good down there.
It’s one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen, actually.
Hunter is fucking impossible. I hate every moment of this, and I need it so badly that there’s no chance I’m going to stop him.
I grip the edge of one of the wooden shelves behind me, biting on my tongue so that I don’t call out at the sudden rush of sensation.
“Colson! Get the fuck downstairs! Burgers and dogs!” someone shouts from the kitchen.
The other guys think I’m up in my room, and probably very soon, Weston will go looking for me.
Sorry, Wes.
Hunter’s on his knees taking my cock to his fucking throat in a room with no goddamn door on it.
Hunter is practically grinning as he laps along my cock, popping it out between his lips and lavishing his tongue along the top of it.
“What are you going to do about it, Colson?” Hunter says, looking up at me like he’s daring me to lose my mind.
I reach down and push my hand over Hunter’s mouth, shutting him up like I’m putting a muzzle on him.
He’s talking loud enough that they could hear him if they were listening closely.
He kisses my palm, then gives it a little lick.
And it causes something to explode in me.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” I tell him, leaning over and speaking low, close to his ear. “And then tonight I’m going to wake you up and fuck your ass so hard you can’t walk tomorrow. If you’re going to follow me around, threaten me, and ruin my social life by blowing me right here, out in the open? You’re going to pay.”