Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Draven’s head turned my way, but he didn’t even seem startled.
Fuck.
He seemed glad.
Like a predator who’d just struck gold out in the wild, spotting prey, walking right into his den.
“Max,” he said.
He wasn’t taking his fist away from his cock. Wasn’t even making an effort to move or grab his clothes or preserve any sense of modesty.
His cock was thick and so goddamn pornographically big and I was still looking at it—still unable to tear my gaze away as he started to stroke again, slowly, from the root, as if this were something we were doing together.
Something flared beneath my skin. Suddenly the sunlight felt way too bright and hot.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Touching my cock. Looking at you. Putting my thumb through the precum at the tip, because now I finally have you here.”
Adrenaline coursed through my veins as my eyes remained laser-focused on him.
I was getting drawn in by his eyes, being pulled further in, like he had the power to unravel me with just a look.
Being caught, and catching him, sparked something in me.
My stomach went taut, and everything was brought into heightened focus. The sound of the cicadas. The faint floral smell in the air. The green of his eyes, visible even from here.
It was making my dick twitch.
For some reason all of it was swirling together, settling in my mind, my brain confusing it for another turn-on instead of a red flag.
I wasn’t into men before, but there was no longer any doubt that I was so attracted to Draven it was fucking dangerous.
The same thought from earlier returned to my mind again, too: I’d always liked watching videos online where people did things in public places. Places where they shouldn’t.
When those people got caught? Even better.
Call it voyeurism or exhibitionism or whatever it might be, but I definitely didn’t mind looking at guys’ cocks if they were in those kinds of videos.
And I didn’t want to run. I was just…
Standing here.
Planted.
I swallowed past a suddenly dry throat. “You shouldn’t be here,” I managed to say.
He hummed, and as he gripped his cock a little tighter, he spread his legs even wider on the bed.
“Hate to say it, Baby Blue, but this is my house.”
I puffed out a breath. “Fuck you.”
“What’s the problem?”
“You show up one night, have the nerve to nearly choke me out, then you snap up Mr. Marsden’s old house like it’s a pack of bubblegum. I don’t know how you treated Lily, either, or why she’s so quick to defend you, but I have a sneaking suspicion you took advantage of her—or made her scared, somehow—”
“Nothing of the sort.”
I sucked in a lungful of air. “You still don’t make any sense to me.”
“Is that why you like looking at my cock?” he asked, ignoring every rambling word I’d said. “You liked it when I scared you, that night?”
“Wasn’t scared of you,” I lied.
“Hated you. From moment one.”
“Well if you hate me, you should be the one to go back to Montana instead of me. I’m sure you’d get along just peachy with everyone there who hates me, too.”
It was a lie anyway.
I’d never hated him.
I just hadn’t trusted him, even for a minute.
My breaths quickened. I felt the hair on my arms stand on end as goosebumps covered my skin.
Instead of turning around and high-tailing it like I should have, something possessed me to take a step further.
I crossed the brick patio until I stood on the threshold of the doorway, watching him from a whole lot closer now, the bed just a couple of steps away from me.
I walked over to the nightstand and pressed the button to lock his phone, shutting off the sound of my own goddamn video. And then I moved back to the doorway, ready to leave.
But not leaving.
I wanted to intimidate him. I was sick of him trying to leverage whatever fucked-up power or confidence he thought he had against me. I was the one standing here above him, while he was naked and vulnerable and splayed out on the bed, cock in hand.
Not that he seemed like he was very vulnerable, right now.
The air in the room smelled like him, and I pulled in a deep breath of his scent.
His eyes smoldered as he looked up at me. They were so much more intense and commanding from this close distance.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, you know,” Draven said. “It’s okay to like things like that.”
“Like what?”
“Having a restraint at your neck.”
I realized I was clenching my jaw and forced myself to relax it. “I never said I liked it.”
He hummed. “My mistake.”
I sucked in a breath, glancing over at the shroud of trees beside me, focusing on anything other than my hardening cock or the green of Draven’s eyes.
“I like the way you smell,” I told him.