Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
I sucked in a breath. “Please.” My voice sounded ragged in the thick, wet air around us.
Locke’s large hand wrapped around my hardening shaft, causing me to let out an embarrassing sound. I arched back into him, my hair getting caught on the late-day stubble of his chin and cheek.
“You going to come for me, Jethro?” He pulled experimentally, sending a shudder of pleasure through my groin.
My chest heaved. Water trickled into my mouth, making it clear I was open-mouthed in shock in pleasure. “Oh god.”
“You like my hand on you,” he said in an amused voice, bringing his other arm around me and spreading his hand over the center of my chest as if keeping me from doubling over. When he shifted, I realized he was keeping me from leaning forward and blocking his view.
“Fuck,” I whimpered.
This was unexpected and so incredibly erotic. Locke Maris was stroking me off in the shower. Giving me pleasure instead of simply taking it.
Watching what he was doing to me.
“Good boy,” he said in my ear before swiping a thumb over the precum escaping my slit. “You want to come, don’t you?”
I needed to stop being a complete slut for him. It was embarrassing. I’d never in my life responded positively to “good boy” shit, so why the fuck did it get me every time he said it? Was it the way he made it sound almost like a taunt or a dare? I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to claw a little power back.
“It’s hardly your mouth,” I said on a gasp as his hand twisted just right.
The rumble of his laugh vibrated through my back and balls. “Do you want me to stop? This not good enough for you? Not gay enough?”
The teasing in his voice made me smile. It was good to know I’d helped bring him out of the funk he’d been in when we’d arrived.
“There’s plenty of time for you to prove your gayness to m— Oh fuckkk.”
“Come for me, Jethro.” The command was whispered silkily. The man was a fucking maestro. He knew exactly how to play me.
I might have been embarrassed if I hadn’t been in such ecstasy. I teetered on the delicious edge for a few long seconds before his fingers brushed my nipple. Then I nearly choked to death on shower water as I threw my head back and opened my mouth in a cry.
Thankfully, Locke clapped a hand over my mouth before it filled with water, stifling my shout at the same time.
“Shh, that’s it. Just like that,” he murmured.
Oh my fucking god.
Since when was a freaking hand job this powerful? This asshole had the ability to own me in a way no one ever had before.
If this was what an orgasm was like with only his hands on me, what the fuck would it be like if he ever let me come on his cock?
I shuddered again and felt his arms release me. He moved under the shower spray and finished cleaning himself off before stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel.
My eyes followed him like rabid wolves stalking their prey. The wide planes of his back. The curve of his spine. The hard muscles of his calves leading down to slim but strong ankles and long feet.
I thought back to the men I’d dated in college before I’d sworn off relationships. They’d been the meek, nerdy sort. Sweethearts—at least I’d thought so until they’d proven otherwise.
Locke was nothing at all like them.
He was the complete opposite. The kind of guy best encountered in quick, furtive doses. Hot but meaningless. A dime a dozen in the city.
But somehow, this time, it was different.
And I fucking hated that. Because of all the men I’d hooked up with over the years, this one was the absolute least likely to give a shit about me in any way past what I could do for his dick.
I washed and dried myself, escaping back to my own room to clear my head while Locke went back to behaving like I wasn’t anything important—a skill he excelled at.
And one I was determined to foil at every turn.
Just as soon as my legs stopped shaking.
13
LOCKE
I felt noticeably better after the shower. Not only had I experienced another fucking fantastic orgasm, but I’d also taken Jett by surprise, which was more fun than I’d expected.
After checking in with the office, I knocked on Jett’s door to inform him it was time for dinner. He stepped out of the room, revealing a set of clothes I’d never seen him in. It was definitely not anything Minnie’s shopper would have selected.
He wore a pair of jeans that were made to worship his body and a tight white cotton tank covered by a partially open denim snap-front shirt that looked like it had been through a thousand washes. The sleeves were rolled up, and he’d added a couple of necklaces, as well as a few silver rings on his fingers.