Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
My head tilts in a wordless request for more.
“Didn’t matter where in the world he physically went, he was always just one text or video or SNAP away.”
“Still am, bud,” sweetly swears Jukes as his arm drapes itself around my shoulder. “That’ll never change.”
Rather than lean into emotional moment, the young guy pulls out his phone to instantly distract himself with one swipe, “Denver needs one more for a game of touch. Can I go?”
“You goin’ for the game or for the girls?”
“Both.”
“Bronson.”
“But I’ll be responsible or whatever.”
“The ‘or whatever’ makes it less convincing,” I inform right above a whisper.
“You’ve got an hour.”
“Two?”
“Ninety minutes.” His fingers lovingly feather my shoulder. “Ninety-one and you’ll be up at six doin’ reverse lunges ‘til I feel like makin’ breakfast. Got it?”
Bronny flashes him a thumbs up prompting me to snicker, “How bad did you wanna say thumbs up emoji?”
“Pretty bad,” he admits on a chuckle. “But I didn’t!”
“Growth,” amusedly acknowledges Jukes. “You’d make the Beach Boys proud.”
A curious hum precedes me meeting his gaze. “Not sure I know that one.”
“Not a favorite.”
“Can we keep the epi paused ‘til I get back though?” Bronny frantically sends a text accepting the invite. “I need to know if Noelle’s dad is really the scuba instructor from Honduras or if bro was lyin’ to the priest in the confessional.”
Giggles are attached to my nodding. “We’ll um…watch something else while you’re gone.”
Or better yet do something else.
As if he can hear the words floating around in the back of my mind, Jukes wets his lips.
Shifts his hips.
Lets his thumb lightly stroke the side of my neck.
The very edge of my face.
“Legends,” praises the teen at the same time he rushes out of his seat to find his shoes.
Our stares drift towards one another’s again, clearly anxious for the overdue solitude.
An hour and half of just us?
Just me on him?
Or him on me?
Mouth?
Fingers?
Both?
All?
And naked?
Hell, even half naked would do at this point.
Pretty sure we’re both tired of these first thing in the morning – because the teen’s not conscious yet – watching from the other side of the phone masturbation sessions we’ve been suffering through.
I mean I like going to work a little more mellow, but I would love going in a little more freshly fucked.
That’s all I’m saying.
“Thayneeeeeee,” Bronny yells while his big brother lets his eyes hungrily linger on my tits. “Where-”
“Shoe closet!”
A smile of admiration slides onto my face, truly impressed by how wonderfully he’s been caring for the person that was literally unexpectedly brought to his doorstep.
“Why would my shoes be in the shoe closet?” he grumbles loud enough for us to hear him despite the fact he’s around the corner.
Jukes lets his mouth lower to answer pushing me to shake my head.
Nope.
More engagement with him means less engagement between us.
Which we need.
We passed want yesterday.
“Ninety minutes starts when I get there!” Bronny announces right before the door slams closed with him on the other side.
“I know he makes the whole nurturing him thing feel like pulling teeth-”
“Dentist pun acknowledged.”
“-but he really does adore you.”
“Jus’ ‘cause I feed him.”
Light giggles appear before I shake my head. “It’s because you really care about him. Just like you really care about me…” My teeth steal a tiny bite from my bottom lip. “And I think that shit is so fucking sexy.”
An undeniably delicious grumble rattles his chest. “Is that right, Slayer?”
Between the sound and the name, all I can manage is a nod.
And even that’s ridiculously difficult.
“What else are you thinkin’ about?”
Whimpering is accompanied by a less than innocent glance at his crotch.
“You want somethin’, Gillybean?” His face cockily tilts itself to the side. “Be a good girl and tell me what.”
“To climb into your lap…”
“It’s open.”
“And…” my frame slinks itself into the aforementioned position making it easier for me to tangle my arms around his neck, “have you give me the Boys II Men treatment.”
This rumble vibrates his entire frame in such a way I can’t stop my hips from rolling into it. “You want me to make love to you, baby?” Both hands glide around to cup my ass. “All through the night?”
“Can you do that, thirty-five?” my mouth lecherously brushes against his. “Can you not let go until I tell you to?”
Jukes’s teeth dig into his bottom lip with the same voracity his fingers do my ass as he slowly nods his understanding. “Lead the way.”
Hesitation to scramble onto my bare feet is non-existent; however, the instant he stands, hard cock outline completely visible in his form fitting sweats, I know we’re not going to make it upstairs.
Network negotiations truth?
We’re not gonna make it off this couch.
God, I hope the teen doesn’t change his mind and come home sooner.
While Thayne is anticipating me reaching for his hand, I grab a fistful of his white t, completely catching him off guard when I use it to yank him down to me.