Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“You were right. They’re ugly, and the drawers aren’t seated right.”
“But the color matches,” I said, because that had been his reasoning at the time. “Doesn’t it?”
“We’ll get new ones, and you can give these to whoever it is at work who collects mid-century furniture.”
“It’s Natalie, and she’ll be thrilled,” I said, gently pushing on his shoulder so he was flat on his back. “Or I can take them to my place. I don’t have nightstands.”
When I looked at him, he was scowling.
“What?”
“What my ass,” he growled. “I have all your stuff here, where it belongs. You’re not going anywhere, and we both know you don’t want to.”
“No, I don’t,” I acknowledged, throwing back the covers before I climbed over him, straddling his hips. “I want to stay here with you.”
“Then it’s settled, and let’s not talk about it any…more,” he said, his voice going out on him as I flicked open the lube and poured some into my hand.
“I won’t always need this much, but this is the first time in a long time, and I don’t want to wait to have you stretch me and get me ready.”
“I know what to do,” he said, his breath catching as I fisted his length and stroked him, slathering his cock. “There’s rimming, and I can use my fingers and—”
“Have you done all that?” I asked, lifting up and notching the wide head against my opening. Watching him, seeing the flush again on his face, on his throat, kept me present and grounded, focused on him and nothing else.
“I thought I should know about sex with men if I ever got the chance to—”
“Did you watch porn for me?” I teased him, pressing down a bit, the pain immediate and sharp.
“I read,” he corrected me, taking hold of my shaft, stroking me with one hand, the other sliding around the side of my neck to ease me down into a kiss.
He knew. Even now, having never been in bed with me before, he knew I craved more than the physical joining; that I craved the connection to my lover. Even better, he wanted the exact same thing.
His kisses were ravenous, claiming, and I sank into the heat of his mouth, my body going boneless, wanting only to be closer. His hand on my length, dragging through precum, was both firm and gentle, and I began to rock, forward into his grip and back onto his cock, taking more and more of him inside me.
I bit his lip when he tried to break the kiss, and he put his thumb in my mouth so I would suck on that a moment while he gulped air.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight, and your muscles are squeezing around me like—Pax, honey, I’m not gonna make it all the way in,” he rasped, panting now. “I—fuck!”
I dropped down over him, fully seated, loving him buried to his balls, and even more, savoring the feeling of fullness.
Lifting, bracing my hands on his chest, I tucked my head against my shoulder, hiding, not ready for him to see me so vulnerable.
“No,” he ordered, both hands reaching for my face and gently, tenderly, turning my head until my gaze met his. “Come on. This is us. Have faith that I’m in the same exact place.”
I noted the blown pupils and the deep honey gold, and how red his lips were from my voracious kisses. He was just as naked, body and soul, as I was.
“Is this too much? Am I hurting you?”
“No,” I said, lifting up only to slide back down, the loosening of my muscles allowing me to move as I wanted, as I needed, to find my rhythm. As I rode him, I suddenly saw the taped gauze and remembered he was hurt. “I need to get off of—Colton!”
He was so much stronger than me and showed off his power as he grabbed my hip, holding me to him, and rolled over.
Colton coming down on top of me, buried deep, took my breath away. He was so hard and thick and long, and it felt amazing and right and I crooned his name.
“Focus on this, us, joined,” he instructed, curling forward, lifting my legs over those gorgeous broad shoulders of his. “I’m not hurt enough to stop doing what I’ve dreamed of for years.”
“Years?”
“Yes,” he rasped, staring down into my eyes. “You, all the time, every day, the man I wanted more than anyone. It’s been you from the start.”
His words rolled through me.
“Gimme the pillow,” he directed.
Reaching to the side, I grabbed his and passed it to him. He wedged it under me and then eased from my hole a bit before shoving back inside as deep as he could. He felt incredible.
“I wanna fuckin’ have you, but—”
“Yes,” I said, slipping my hands under the headboard and gripping tight. “Have me.”