Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Are you ready?” Caleb asked.
“Yes. Please.” He didn’t want to be begging Caleb, but he couldn’t help himself.
“Such a good boy.” Caleb’s words made him whimper, and he sucked in his breath as Caleb opened him up, pressing past his body’s barriers. He wanted to be good for Caleb.
“Breathe,” Caleb ordered. Rhys tried to remember how.
“It’s not easy with you… with all that…”
“You can handle it. You’re so good, so ready for this.”
Rhys couldn’t hold back a whimper.
“Let go and enjoy it. I’ll take care of you.”
He wanted to enjoy the moment. He wanted to take in every sensation Caleb was pulling from his body, even ones he found embarrassing. He wanted to be able to stop thinking altogether, but that was basically impossible for him.
“That’s better. Relax, let me have you.”
“Holy shit. How?”
“How do you relax?”
That was a good question, but not quite right. “How do you know what to say to drive me crazy?”
Caleb laughed. “It’s not that hard to read you.”
“Most people can’t.”
“Well, I can.” He used a hand on the back of Rhys’s neck to pin him down, forcing him against the mattress, as he pulled out and thrust in harder and deeper.
“More,” Rhys demanded.
“There’s plenty more, but we’re taking things slow.”
“No. I can’t.”
Caleb groaned. “I love how desperate you are.”
“I’m not…”
“Yes, you are.” Caleb gave him another slow, deliberate stroke, still holding him down.
Rhys would have panicked at being restrained by most people, but somehow, even though they didn’t know each other that well, he trusted Caleb. He’d never doubted that he could. “Stop teasing me.”
“Do you like it hard and rough?”
Rhys really didn’t want to answer that.
“Tell me.”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
Caleb drove into him, making him cry out. He didn’t slow down. He just kept slamming his hips against Rhys again and again.
Rhys wondered if Caleb was going to tear him apart literally and figuratively. He felt so damn full and so detached from reality. He clung to Caleb to make sure he stayed right there on Caleb’s bed, in the moment. He’d never felt like this. Never even come close.
Caleb gripped his hips, tilting them up so his cock rubbed against Rhys’s prostate. It was more sensation than Rhys thought he could survive. “Please.”
“Come for me,” Caleb demanded.
Rhys was already close, but Caleb’s words were enough to push him over the edge. He gasped as hot, nearly painful pleasure coursed through him. Seconds later, Caleb drove deep and shuddered as he came deep inside Rhys.
Caleb kissed him again, prolonging the moment of bliss. Then slowly, he pulled out of Rhys’s body and rolled over onto his back.
They both lay there, staring at the ceiling. As Rhys came down from the high of orgasm, questions began to flood his mind. What was he doing here when he knew better? Why did he feel so much for Caleb so quickly? Panic began to rise until his mind was screaming for him to go. “I want to run again.”
“Take some deep breaths. I’m right here. I won’t touch you if you’d rather I—”
“No.” Rhys grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “I… I need you to stay. I… I’m just scared.”
Caleb brushed Rhys’s hair off his forehead and gently kissed his cheek. “I won’t go anywhere. I’ll stay right here.”
A few moments later, Rhys’s panic had eased. He released Caleb’s hand and sat up. “I should probably go.”
Caleb studied him for a moment. “Are you sure? You can stay as long as you need to.”
Part of him wanted to stay forever, but that was insane. “Yes. I have to get up early, and you probably do too.”
Caleb nodded. “I do.”
“So, um… I guess I was wrong when I texted you this morning.”
Caleb smiled. “How do you feel about that now?”
“I don’t know. This is… impossible, but…”
“I still want you.” He cupped Rhys’s cheek and pulled him down for a kiss that started out gentle and turned filthy fast. When Caleb let him go, Rhys’s breath was ragged again. “Come back tomorrow night. We’ll work on our drinks and see what else happens.”
Rhys didn’t like leaving things open-ended. He’d never been a see-how-things-work-out person, but he couldn’t refuse Caleb, and he wasn’t ready to think about defining what they were doing, so he simply said, “Okay.”
He and Caleb dressed, and then Caleb walked him downstairs. They kissed once more at the back door, and then Rhys slipped away, hoping no one would see him as he drove home.
CHAPTER 17
After fighting off panic over the feelings he had for Caleb, which were definitely not just sexual, Rhys knocked on the back door of Cloud Nine. Caleb removed his apron as he walked to the door, and Rhys gave him a slow once-over. He was wearing a ridiculously tight T-shirt and a pair of jeans that looked like he might’ve gotten them as a hand-down. They were so worn.