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)
Rayne isn’t jaded.
I’ve practically been jaded since the day I was born.
Back then, I could barely think about my own emotions, let alone anyone else’s. I started building up the walls inside me long ago, and I felt so isolated from everyone around me that nothing could have brought me down to Earth.
“You have my attention now, Rayne,” I tell him. “And I don’t know if you’re ready for that. You have all of it. Do you know what that means?”
“Does it mean that you’re going to force me to come? Right there in the reading room, where anyone might fucking walk in?”
“You fucking loved it.”
His hand squeezes hard around mine again.
Rayne shifts in the bed and there’s a wild look in his eyes. He finally releases the back of my hand and then moves his fingertips up, sliding one of them along the tip of my cock, because he always seems very interested in my precum.
For a moment, I think he’s about to tease me like that, edging me and driving me insane by giving me the smallest, slick little touches on my cock.
But instead he leans over me and brings his hand lower, nudging my legs wider.
“Spread.”
My heart pounds in my chest.
I move my legs wider for him, and a moment later he’s spreading my ass a little and dragging his finger along my hole.
And then he pushes it inside me while he holds my gaze.
“Goddamnit, Rayne,” I utter as he stretches me open, sliding into me slowly and steadily, watching me like he has me pinned.
It’s just slick enough. One finger is a tight stretch, but it also feels so fucking good that I don’t care.
It’s the type of pain I crave.
The type that feels so fucking good when Rayne finally takes it from me.
“Keep touching yourself,” he says, and his voice is raspy and low in a way I haven’t heard it before.
“Should’ve told me you wanted me a long time ago,” I tell him. “I would have taken your cock any time you asked. Should have snuck over to my room every fucking time you slept over.”
“Don’t tell me things like that.”
“Don’t be afraid of the truth.”
He pushes his finger deeper, until it’s in all the way.
“You’re so tight. When I fuck you, you’re going to scream.”
“Can’t believe you wanted me all those years,” I continue, squeezing around his finger. “You shared Weston’s bed every time you spent the night. You belonged in my bed.”
Rayne takes his finger out almost all the way and then shoves it in, deep and fast, all at once.
A little punishment.
The exact one I want.
My cock throbs but I haven’t started touching it again yet. I slide my fingers through a little more precum and reach down, adding more precum along one of Rayne’s fingers.
“That’s not enough,” he says.
“Yes it is. Give me two fingers, or I really will scream. Right now. And it’ll carry all the way down the hallway.”
“Wouldn’t fucking dare.”
“Rayne,” I shout loudly, and his eyes flash with brief panic.
He clasps his free hand up onto my mouth again just like he did earlier in the reading room, and I laugh beneath it.
I groan as he finally gives me a second finger, going slowly in a way that’s agonizing and incredible.
His hand moves downward slightly over my mouth and he puts two fingers past my lips, too. One hand at my ass, another in my mouth. I suck his fingers as if they were his cock, and I watch as his eyelids drop a little.
“You like having fingers in two of my holes at once?” I murmur after he slides them out for a moment.
“I really do,” he says, and I can tell from his breathless voice that he’s given up on trying to hide the truth any longer.
“Fuck, I really like you, Colson,” I say, because I’m not afraid of that truth, either. “Kiss me.”
17
Rayne
I know I’ve crossed a line.
I’m so goddamn hard it aches… again.
And my tongue is in Hunter’s mouth, again.
But that isn’t even the worst line I crossed tonight.
Hunter cracked something open inside of me and the ugly truth is that I don’t know if it’s another one of his manipulations.
If he’s using me.
If this is all going to spectacularly blow up in my face, and potentially ruin my best friendship.
But when I heard Hunter tossing and turning in his sleep, and when I heard him trying to call out…
It went straight to my fucking heart.
Like I’d seen a fucking bluebird with a broken wing on the side of the street, and I had to stop to help it.
Being curious about Hunter Knox is something I’ve felt for over a decade, but caring for him, purely and earnestly, wasn’t something I knew I was capable of feeling.
I feel it now.
Like it’s stuck on me.