The Hookup (First & Forever #13) Read Online Alexa Land

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: First & Forever Series by Alexa Land
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
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I swore under my breath as he sped up, riding me almost feverishly. It was all so perfect and so intense that I tumbled over the edge, biting back a yell as I shot deep inside him. Just as my orgasm peaked, he started coming, too. A little whimper slipped from him as he struggled to be quiet, his breath warm on my ear, his body trembling in my arms.

Right then, someone shouted, “Happy thirtieth, Petey,” and a lot of people began to sing the birthday song, right on the other side of that hedge.

We both burst out laughing, and Hal slumped against me. Once we caught our breath, he whispered, “From now on, I’m going to shout, ‘happy thirtieth, Petey’ every time I come.”

“That’ll be very sexy.”

“Right?” He nuzzled my neck, and after a pause he said, “It’s harder than I realized to fuck without making a sound.”

“It is! I thought we’d just have to keep from moaning. I didn’t consider how noisy it is when two bodies slap together.”

“Exactly.”

He sat up and produced a packet of wet wipes. “Your pockets are like Mary Poppins’ magical bag,” I joked, still in the same hushed tone we’d been using since we’d parked. “What are you going to pull out next?”

That made him smile. “Now I wish I’d stuck something truly bizarre in my pocket, just so I could see your face when I pulled it out.”

We cleaned up as much as we could, and then I zipped up and slid behind the wheel. After I started the engine and drove out of the alley, Hal caressed my thigh and said, “I know you wanted to take me out to dinner, but could we go back to your house instead? I want to get comfortable and be alone with you, instead of sitting in a restaurant.”

“Sure. I’m hungry though, and I bet you are, too. There’s a drive-through nearby that makes the world’s best shakes and fries. How does that sound?”

“Perfect.”

I took a couple of extra turns as we drove through downtown, to give Hal a glimpse of the local nightlife. Okay, so maybe I was trying to sell him on Austin. I wanted him to know this was a vibrant, interesting city—not that I expected him to pack his bags and move here or anything. Still though, maybe it would encourage him to visit more often if he found more than just me to like about this place.

After we got some food to go, I pointed us in the direction of the ranch. Before long, city lights gave way to wide open spaces. Once we finished eating, Hal rolled down his window and ran his hand through the slipstream. He seemed happy and relaxed, and considering how much stress he’d been under, that felt like a big deal.

Eventually, we pulled off of the highway and onto the mile-long dirt road that lead to the ranch. I’d asked Tank to turn on all of the exterior lights when it got dark, so when my home came into view, Hal murmured, “Oh, wow.”

I knew exactly what made him say that. In addition to the lights on the house, barn, and stable, there was a huge, ancient oak tree in the wide, triangular space between those three buildings. Over the years, I’d wrapped, draped, and woven all kinds of lights onto it, and the result was really beautiful. I called them my party lights, because I usually saved them for when I had the team over for some sort of celebration. In addition to strands of white lights, I’d layered on novelty lights shaped like hot air balloons, miniature lanterns, and many others. As a finishing touch, I’d hung colored glass bottles from the lower branches. Each was lit with a slender bulb that made it glow from within.

I parked beside the house, and Hal went straight to the tree when he climbed out of the truck. The lowest branches were eight to ten feet off the ground, and he raised his arm as he wandered beneath them, so his fingertips could graze the bottles. When I joined him, he said, “This is the most magical tree I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe you have something this amazing growing right in front of your house.”

“It’s definitely special. We can climb it when it’s light out, and I’ll show you the lookout I made for myself when I first moved here.”

“I’ve never climbed a tree before.”

“Really?”

That made him grin. “Why do you sound surprised? You know I grew up in an apartment in Los Angeles. The best I could have done was to try to shimmy up one of the palm trees next door, at the edge of the strip mall parking lot. They were so scrawny that they probably would have bent in half under my weight, so when I reached the top I’d be able to step off onto the pavement.”


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