Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“Stroke me, Miles,” I said, encouraging him. “Jerk off my big cock for me.”
He hesitated for the shortest of moments. But then I noticed that he had also taken out his dick through the leg of his (very short) shorts. My mouth started to water at the sight. He had just as nice a cock as mine. Thick, pink, long, and dripping wet just like mine—both of us being shifters meant we leaked like broken faucets, and I fucking loved it. Some of my past hookups had actually been turned off by how much pre-cum I made. That always confused me since I found it to be so fucking hot.
I glanced back at the trail just to make sure no one was around. I’d be able to hear footsteps coming our way but all I heard was the chirping of birds and the beating of our hearts and the click, click, click of a bicycle wheel…
“Fuck,” I said, quickly sitting up. Miles must have heard it too. His smile faded as his grip disappeared off my cock and he tucked his back into his shorts. An instant yearning to have his warm fingers wrapped around me fought the logic that shouted to put my dick away before someone saw us.
Sure enough, moments later a biker slowly came down the trail, looking directly at us and giving us a friendly wave. The two of us waved back as innocently as possible.
“Nothing to see here,” I said as the biker passed. “Just two bros hanging out, talking about sports and shit.”
“That’s what we were doing?”
“Well, we were hanging out.”
“Yes, that we were,” Miles said mischievously. I wanted to continue our handsy activities—and judging by the bulge in Miles’ shorts, he wanted the same—but the clicking of a bicycle wheel was replaced by the heavy breathing of a jogger following close behind. Our private little nook in this public park seemed way more risky to play in than it had moments before.
“Guess we should probably head out then.” It was hard to not let the disappointment slip into my tone. My body craved Miles’ touch in ways I hardly even understood. Desperation was closest to what I’d describe it as. I was left a desperate, horny, dripping mess. I reached into my shorts and tucked my still stiff dick under the waistband of my jock and shorts, making sure it was hidden from view as I stood.
Miles did the same. I noticed there was a wet spot on the bench from where he had leaked pre-cum onto it. I irrationally wanted to clean it with my tongue.
Fuck, this man is driving me crazy. Wild. Fucking feral.
“This was a really nice spot,” Miles said. The unfinished business between us drove an awkward wedge through the air. I wanted to invite him back to my place, but would he be up for it?
“So, uh, what do you have planned for the rest of the day?” I asked as we walked back onto the public trail. The park had definitely started to fill up now that people were off work, eager to trade their corporate hamster wheels for a stroll through nature.
“Got some errands to run and probably going to finish building a dresser and a coffee table I just got delivered.”
There was my in. I had to take it. The slick drip against my thigh made me want to get behind closed doors immediately. “Need any help with that? I’m terrible at reading instructions but I’m great at holding pieces steady and drilling things.”
He chuckled at that. We walked close together. I glanced to my side, admiring the way his five o’clock shadow and the shiny jewelry complemented his handsome face. His dark brown hair was short and had a slight curl to it. If he grew it longer, I was sure those curls would be glorious. I wanted to run my hands through them and trace the lines of his jaw with my tongue. I wanted to nibble on his earlobe, not caring if I tasted gold, just wanting to taste him.
“I’d like that…” He trailed off. Shit. There was a “but” incoming, I just knew it in the way his tone shifted.
“But.” Bingo. “I think it’s best I’m honest with you, Dyl. I think you’re very attractive—clearly—and beyond that, your personality intrigues me. You make me feel comfortable, and I don’t get that often. I’m usually quiet and closed off, especially around people I just met. But that’s different with you, and for that reason I need to be cautious.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t want to cause any problems with my job, Dylan. I’m so sorry. I just can’t risk making a mistake this early.”
I winced at that. It hurt, hearing my supposedly fated mate call me a mistake.
He must have caught on because he put a hand on my elbow and stopped us from continuing forward. He looked deep in my eyes and said, “You aren’t the mistake, just to be clear. Falling for you right now would be the mistake. Not because I don’t want it to happen, but because I already feel like it is, and that could end up with either losing my job or potentially making your teammates uncomfortable. I can’t risk that, Dylan. I’m sorry.”