Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
In locker rooms, sharing a hotel room on the road, he’s never once looked at me the way he is now.
“Just let me recover, and then prepare yourself for the most awkward handjob of your life.”
“Can’t wait.”
And even though we get under the covers and he falls asleep the minute I spoon him, I don’t care. What he just gave me was worth more than a handjob.
Seventeen
DEX
I wake to Tripp’s arms around me, both of us sweaty under the covers, and I kick them down to the foot of the bed. Tripp shifts, hard cock pressing against my ass and … wait …
The night before comes back to me in flashes of tacos and dancing and Tripp on his knees.
I fell a-fucking-sleep!
If it wasn’t official before now, I’ll take my dumbass crown, because who the hell falls asleep after the blowjob of their life? All I wanted to do was repay him because he deserved it after that.
He grunts and buries his face into my neck as his cock drags over my ass again.
Hmm. I guess now I have my chance.
I roll over carefully, making sure to keep Tripp’s arm firmly around my waist. He’s still asleep, but his eyelids are twitching like he’s on the verge of waking up, and like it always does, his face makes me smile.
It’s not his face I want this morning though.
I glance down between us, our twin erections side by side, and have a moment of holy shit at what I’m seeing. Hooking up with him last night was easy because it was Tripp. His dick wasn’t in the equation. But if I want this sex stuff to continue—and I really, really do—I’m not leaving it all up to him.
When it comes to my partner, I want to do nothing short of blow their mind.
People say chicks fake it all the time, and I’ve always called bullshit on that theory, but after last night … I’ve never been with someone who made it so obviously clear how much they wanted me. And the thing is, it’s not even about the sex.
There’s a connection between us that runs so deep I swear I need it for my survival. It’s always been there, always been intense, but last night that connection finally burst free, and being with Tripp wasn’t just right, it was necessary.
So with that thought in mind, I reach for his cock.
Like the rest of him, he’s thicker than me. For some reason, that thought really turns me on. To be hit with solid proof that the dick I’m holding isn’t mine. His is redder, veinier, curves slightly toward his abs, whereas mine stands straight and tall, like a good little soldier.
“Dex …” His sleep-drunk voice sends shivers through me.
“Good morning, husband.”
His eyes crack open, full of lust, and yep. This. No one has ever, ever looked at me that way. I tighten my hand around the head of his cock, vowing that I’m going to do everything in my power to be worthy of that look. “I almost thought I dreamed it …”
“Took me a moment as well.”
“And you … how are you—”
There’s a loud knock on the door, and we quickly spring apart.
“Boys? Time to wake up. Now.” Wow. Mira sounds pissed.
Tripp groans, draping his arm over his face. “Aaand there goes my dick. I’ll never get hard again, I swear.”
“You better.” I lean over and kiss his jaw. “Don’t be giving me a new toy to play with and then taking it away.”
He peers out at me. “You really—”
More banging. “Now. I’m not scared to come in there.”
“Fucking mothers.” Tripp throws his legs over the side of the bed. I guess our morning together is over, and now I’m faced with something more intimidating than giving my first-ever handjob. Making Tripp’s parents fall in love with me, not as his friend and teammate, but as his husband.
Damn, I’m nervous.
Tripp pulls on sleep shorts and walks out, but I duck in for the fastest shower ever first. I need to wash the smell of sweat and cum off me, but I’m anxious about keeping them waiting.
So I ignore my cock while I scrub myself with Tripp’s bodywash. I’m still not totally dry as I pull on my clothes and rush to meet them.
The three of them are around the table, talking. Tripp’s dad, Karl, is built like him with reddish-brown hair, and his mom is strawberry blonde and freckled. They’ve both passed on Tripp’s most dominant characteristics, and somehow he manages to look like them but not. Tripp is … he’s uniquely … him. And until recently, I didn’t think about his appearance in a sexual way. At least, I didn’t realize I was looking at him in a sexual way, but maybe I have been. If it’s this easy to fall into bed with him, doesn’t that mean on some level, I’ve always found him attractive?