Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 82508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“Holy hell, that was hot,” he mutters into my mouth.
I nod because what the hell else am I supposed to say? I cup his neck, and we lie there, breathing all over each other.
“I … I, umm—” I’ve got nothing. No words at all.
“We’re doing that again,” Beck says.
“What?” I pull back a little so I can see his expression, but bad move. Because now I’ve seen his orgasm face, it’s all I can picture.
He nods and pushes forward until he’s rolled me onto my back. “Yeah. Again, and again, and again …”
“This was a onetime thing.”
“Mmhmm …” He leans down and licks my ear before sinking his teeth into the junction of my neck and shoulder.
I hiss at the pain and try to throw him off me, but he holds tight. His tongue soothes the spot as he pulls back and shifts so he’s straddling my chest and my arms are pinned beneath his knees.
I hate the feeling of helplessness at not being able to fight back, but then I look up at all that sculpted body towering above me, and I know I should hate it, because it’s Beck, but … I can’t.
“One time,” I repeat, but it sounds weak even to me.
“I love your hair,” he says, carding his fingers through it. “I want to grip it tight while you suck me off.”
I inhale sharply.
“And then, you can do the same to me. Just think … I can’t give you any smart-assed comments while you’re shoving your cock down my throat.”
Fucking hell. My cock twitches, valiantly trying to regroup, but it’s down for the count. So is Beck’s. It’s hanging a few inches from my face, and the thought of it hard and sliding between my lips … Before I get a chance to register the thought, I lean up and run my tongue over the tip.
Beck freezes, and then his cocky smile spreads across his face. “Oh yeah, this is happening again.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer as he jumps up and starts to pull on his clothes.
“You don’t wanna shower?” I nod to the mess left on his chest.
Beck laughs and picks up my shirt to clean it off. “Wouldn’t want to wash your scent off me, big guy. Not after you went to all that effort of claiming me.”
“I didn’t claim anything. That was only sex stuff.” My bullshit sensors are in overdrive, but I ignore them.
Until Beck reaches up and rubs one last bit into his skin. His cum or mine, who the hell knows? It’s so hot I can’t drag my eyes away.
“Only sex.” He winks. “I wonder if the guys will smell you on me.”
I shoot off my bed. “They can’t know.”
“Scared of them finding out you’re gay?”
“I’m not gay. And I’m not scared. I …” Well, I can’t finish that sentence without sounding like a dick.
He picks up on my meaning anyway. “You don’t want them to know it was with me. Got it.”
“It’s not—” What? Nothing personal? Of course it is. Beck and I have a history of hating each other, and if the guys find out we hooked up, I’ll never hear the end of it. I couldn’t care less if they find out I’m into guys, but into Beck? Hell no.
He steps closer. “It’s all good. It wouldn’t do much for my reputation to be hooking up with a grumpy dick like you either. So we’re in agreement, then?”
I nod, trying not to frown at the insult. “No telling anyone.”
Beck steps forward again, filling my personal space. “No telling. This time, or any of the others.”
12
Beck
It’s tempting to ask if I can hang in Jacobs’s room until the party dies down, but that might put us into friend territory, and it’s clear we’re not friends.
Even though we made each other come, that doesn’t change anything. He still hates me.
I have to laugh because I find it hilarious that his first instinct is “no one can find out I’m hooking up with you.” Not “no one can find out I hooked up with a guy.” But “no one can know it was me.”
Anyone else, I’d be offended. With Jacobs … it’s how we are. I guess.
Though, I still don’t know why he’s had it out for me ever since we met, other than I have money and he doesn’t.
I don’t treat him any differently than I do any of the other guys. Money isn’t a big deal for—oh, maybe that’s why. It’s not a big deal to me because I have it. I can’t help wondering what it would be like if I had to watch my grades, be careful of what I did, and had to be cautious of any wrong move fucking everything up because I couldn’t buy my way out of it.
Okay, now I hate me a little too.