Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
He works his finger in, slowly, and it steals my breath.
I swallow hard. “It doesn’t matter if you’re topping me or letting me fuck you or suck you. You’re a fucking god.”
“Do you mean fucking like a sex god? Or just a god but so much that it needs the adjective to enhance the meaning?”
“Both,” I choke out as I push back to take his finger deeper.
“You’re in danger of giving me a god complex.”
“Like you don’t already have one,” I mutter, and he pushes his finger all the way inside me.
“Oh, good. Back to insulting me. I was scared for a minute there that you might start being nice, and then where would we be?”
“Sorry. I forgot. Insults turn you on. So why don’t you hurry up and fuck me, you incompetent meathead.”
“Whoa. Hey. That’s too far. I am not incompetent.”
“I noticed you’re not arguing the meathead comment, but if you want to prove how competent you are, why don’t you show me? Make me come untouched again.”
A throaty growl sounds in my ear, and Trav’s breath lands on my neck as he blankets my body with his. He’s leaning to one side so he can still stretch me, adding fingers as fast as he can while grinding against my ass cheek.
“Dylan,” Trav breathes. “I need … I want …”
“Tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you.”
“Kiss me. I know we didn’t do that the night we met, but I—”
I turn my head and cut off his words, kissing him deep and long.
I focus on our mouths and not the sensation in my ass. The sooner he can prep me, the sooner he’ll be inside me, filling me up and giving me exactly what I need.
“Are you ready for me?” he rumbles.
Not quite, but fuck it, I don’t care. “Do it.”
“Hang on. I gotta suit up.”
“Don’t.”
His fingers pause in my ass, and my body fights the intrusion, but I crave the sting.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“I need you, and I need you now.”
I’ll need him today. I’ll need him tomorrow. And I’ll need him to come back from this mission.
Because now that I have him, I don’t want to let him go.
With Trav’s free hand, he reaches for the lube on the ground. I watch him over my shoulder as he applies a generous amount to his cock, stroking himself as he does it.
It makes my mouth water and my knees weak.
This whole man makes me weak. He always has. I’ve just been strong enough to stay away until now.
It’s no surprise I can’t help falling for the man who is not only willing to fight my battles for me but demands he be the one to do it.
Trav’s goal this whole time has been to save me, and I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone care that much about what happens to my life. My family has only ever wanted to save me from myself. None of my previous hookups or attempts at relationships have understood me enough to care on the same level Trav does.
And as much as I hate to admit it, as much as it hurts that I was wrong about him, being able to get to know him like this has changed everything.
I’m done running.
I’m done fighting the truth.
I’m done resisting Travis West.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Trav
When I finally sink inside Dylan’s body, it’s familiar and new at the same time. I move a lot slower than the quick fuck we had in that bathroom years ago, but I take him in the same possessive way I did back then.
He might have only been mine for a brief time, but I staked my claim then, and I haven’t let go of it since. Tried to, sure. Even convinced myself Dylan would be better off without me.
But I should have known when I didn’t care that the next time I saw him, he was slapping cuffs on me. I was happy to see him again when I thought I wouldn’t.
If that’s not love, I don’t know what is. Well, maybe not arresting the love of your life, but that’s not as fun.
Dylan gets impatient and pushes back on my cock, then lets out the loudest moan. I slap my hand over his mouth because if Iris and Saint are still in the living room, I’m sure they can hear it. It’s not the embarrassment of them hearing us. I want to be the only one to hear his pleasure.
Dylan’s sex noises are for me and me only.
“Think you can be quiet?” I ask.
When he nods, I remove my hand from his mouth, grip his hips, and then thrust inside him hard.
He moans again.
“Don’t make me gag you,” I warn.
He pushes back again. “I … can’t. Fuck. It’s so good.”
I hold his hips firm so he can’t move. “Be quiet and I’ll give you what you want.”