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)
I leaned my head back against the trunk of the tree, swearing under my breath as Draven’s grip tightened a little more around me.
“You’re good at that,” I said, my voice low.
“You look fucking hot pinned back against that tree,” he told me. “You’re doing so well, Baby Blue. Think we’re going to get caught?”
I groaned. “Shut up.”
“Want me to talk a little louder? Make it more likely someone will come catch you doing this?”
I sucked in a sharp breath as he slid his thumb across the head of my cock, slicking it with my precum.
In a quick motion he yanked my pants and boxer briefs down, just a few inches, enough to expose my cock out in the open air, now.
“Fuck,” I said a little too loudly as he looked down at my dick.
“Is this what you wanted, when you came after me?” he growled.
“Maybe.”
“When you fucking showed up at my door with that whiskey?”
“I just—I just wanted you,” I said. “And you’re still afraid to show me. All of you.”
My heart rate was rapidfire again but I also couldn’t stop watching him as he watched me, his eyes going wide as he gazed at my cock.
He ignored what I’d said.
“Your cock felt so good in my hand, but it looks even better out in the open,” he said.
He was torturing me.
He knew I loved it—he seemed to know it even before I did, somehow.
I was pretty sure this might be the worst decision of my life. It was also the hottest thing I’d ever felt, without question.
Guess I’m not quite so straight. Certainly not when it comes to Draven.
I kept looking at his lips like they were some sort of forbidden fruit.
He wanted to do this with me—get me off in public, jerking my cock like his sole purpose in life was to see me come—but he wouldn’t let me kiss him?
It was frustrating. Just one more thing I couldn’t understand about him.
A peal of laughter came from the street, floating over in the air. There must have been a group of people walking down the main street right behind this little cluster of trees. Shadows shifted on the side of the brick building as they walked, chatting about their upcoming year at TNU.
I held my breath and my eyes slid shut, waiting for their voices to carry on.
Draven didn’t relent, gripping me tighter as the strangers’ conversation felt so close that I started screaming silently in my mind.
I bucked my hips forward involuntarily, fucking into his tight fist. So turned on, and so fucking pissed at him, all at once. A potent mixture of frustration that I never knew could feel like a goddamn craving.
When it finally got quieter again, I let out a sigh.
When I opened my eyes again he was smiling. A barely-there, wolfish smile, like he was delighting in the fact that I was squirming.
Fuck, he looked good when he smiled. The thin shadow of the scar along his jaw was more apparent in the shadowy light back here, and again it made me feel a surge of affection for him.
He had been through so much. I didn’t know what it was, but I would find out.
How much had happened to him back in Montana? Why had Lily been so sparse with her details about his family?
Was he okay?
“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” Draven said by my ear.
I wanted to hit him. I also wanted to kiss him more than ever.
You make every cell in my body fucking ache, I thought, but I couldn’t say it out loud. I’d never thought that about any guy before, and I sure as hell didn’t know how he’d react if I told him something like that.
“You’re impossible,” I finally said.
He took his hand off of my cock, a tiny little punishment for what I’d said, and I whimpered. I missed his touch instantly.
A whisper escaped my mouth: “Please.”
“Should I leave you like this?” he teased me, his gaze raking over my whole body, up and down.
“I need to come,” I said, not caring that I was begging.
“Or I could head home now,” Draven offered. “Walk off while you’re here outside with your cock out, leaking for me.”
“I will kill you slowly. Don’t care if you kill me, too.”
He hummed as he smiled again, and somehow, each time I got him to smile it felt like its own little prize.
It seemed hard to get him to smile. I liked knowing that I could.
I watched as he dropped onto one knee, and then the other, in front of me. “Baby Blue,” he murmured.
“Oh, god,” I murmured as I realized what was about to happen. He moved in closer and in one smooth motion, his tongue landed at the base of my cock and dragged upward along the underside, landing at the tip.