Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Mistake after mistake.
One bad decision after another.
But when I arrive at the edge of the first bathroom door upstairs, I glance in and see Weston already naked through the crack in the door, getting ready to step into the shower.
Golden-tan skin, even after the long winter.
Endless planes of muscle he builds like it’s his full-time job.
And I’m so fucking tired of resisting him.
I push the door open and he gives me a smile that hits me straight in the chest.
“Get in here,” he says.
And he pulls me in.
17
Weston
Sev’s usual brash attitude disappears as he steps into the shower with me.
I was terrified as I jogged up to the Daggers house front door.
But the moment I saw Sev I knew it was worth it.
It’s because he looks at me like that, now.
His eyes are half-lidded and he gives me eyes that make me feel like I’m his favorite thing in the world. Sev has a way of giving out attention that feels like a spotlight and I’m hopelessly addicted to it.
He’s quiet as he brings his hands to my shoulders, stroking over my skin under the hot spray of the water. His lips land on my neck as his torso pushes up against mine.
Warm.
So warm.
I was confident at the front door but now I’m letting him take the lead, leaning back on the cold tile of the shower.
He buries a hand in my hair as it gets wet, stroking his fingertips through it.
And he’s not trying to get off quick.
He’s taking his time.
My skin breaks out in goosebumps as he trails his fingertips over my nipples and then down my abs. I’m still breathing hard, like I never stopped to catch my breath after my run.
The water rushes around us, and finally, mercifully, I’m able to make myself move. I reach out to run my hands along his shoulders and down his arms, over the dark raven ink that used to scare me.
But he’s not brutal.
He’s gorgeous.
Why didn’t I see it before?
Why didn’t I see it the first day I ever met him?
Or maybe I did see it before, and it alchemized in my mind as some fucked up form of competition in my mind.
I had to hate him.
Because the alternative was becoming utterly and completely addicted to everything about him.
As he strokes his hand through the V-shape on my lower abs, I lean over toward the crook of his neck, burying my face just behind his ear where it meets his dark hair.
He’s grabbing body wash now.
I kiss his neck like he kissed mine, and the resulting soft moan I get out of him is like a drug. Body wash scent catches the air as he lathers, something ambery and warmly spiced, filling the shower stall as his palms land on my skin again.
I pull back for a moment and watch the water drops collecting on his dark lashes and in the space above his collarbone.
He’s wordless now, and so am I.
For once, I’m going to act like him.
I’m going to take what I can get. And I’m going to enjoy every fucking moment of it.
He washes my body clean, paying particular attention to my cock. Every stroke he lays on me with a lathered hand is perilously close to making me come, but he never squeezes hard enough or goes fast enough to push me to the edge.
When he sinks down to his knees in front of me I feel like I’m the one who’s in a hypnotized trance. There’s a rubber mat at the bottom of the shower which must still be there from when Sev was injured, and it seems like he’s able to sit comfortably on it, rinsing away the last of the lather in the area.
His lips gently press all around my upper thighs and lower stomach, as he works his way around my cock.
And then his tongue laps along my tip and I groan too loud, breaking the silence of the last few minutes.
“Sev,” I utter.
“Perfect,” he whispers, almost so quietly I can’t hear him.
He gives my tip a firm suck. A ripple of sensation courses through my body, rushing from my legs all the way to the top of my head.
“Too close already,” I tell him. “Been close since you touched me outside.”
He seems to take that as a challenge.
I watch my cock disappear into his mouth and he takes me deep into his throat. God. I let out a low hum, gripping his hair again, plunged into sensation that pushes me far too close to the edge.
I can’t stop myself from bucking my hips forward a little.
Sevan seems to like that, too, because of course he does. He can’t even walk through a door without being hot as fuck.
I keep pushing my dick back over his tongue, feeling him lap over the ridge of my cockhead.