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)
“How do you know I’m hard?” I tossed back.
I’d barely finished asking before his body weight suddenly shifted a little, the mattress moving under us. His palm came down onto my cock, gripping my bulge through the slinky fabric of my shorts. “Was I wrong?”
I let out a quick sigh. “No.”
I wasn’t entirely pinned down on the bed, but I may as well have been with him straddling me like this. A lock of his hair had come down as he moved, and it fell across the side of his face now, framing his eyes.
He kept stroking my cock through the fabric, moving his warm hand along my shaft.
Then he suddenly latched his fingertips under my waistband and tugged down my shorts, along with the boxer briefs below them.
I groaned.
Spotlight, right back on me, I thought as he pulled them both off in one quick motion, my cock bouncing free.
“Draven,” I protested, my voice coming out a lot breathier than I would have wanted.
He cocked his head to one side, raising an eyebrow. “Pretty sure you want to come. I’m going to make that happen for you. Got a problem?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a problem,” I said.
I propped myself up on my arms on the mattress, shimmying backwards a bit so that I could get a little more space.
“Why don’t you want me hooking up with anyone else?”
His gaze raked over my body. He reached down and fondled my balls as his gaze scanned across my face.
I felt my cock jump a little in response.
“Never said that. You can do whatever you want, but I’m still allowed to enjoy the fact that right now, you’re all mine.”
A deep warmth flooded my body when I heard him say that.
All at once, it felt so true and so unreal.
All mine?
I felt like it was some gold star or badge of honor. And then I hated myself for feeling that way at all.
“Is that why you’ve been so concerned with my e-stalkers since the moment you met me?” I asked. “You want me to be your little pet? Your plaything?”
He hummed. “Well, when you say it like that, Max, you make it sound hot.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know what I meant.”
“I’m concerned with your stalkers because I know how desperate people can get when they’re lonely,” he said. “I know how depraved some people’s minds actually are. I know what they’ll do, when they’re seeking attention. And I don’t want you to get hurt just because you’re too empathetic to realize when a person is dangerous—”
“You think I’m too empathetic? Just call me a naive, small-town dummy already, because I know that’s what you’re really thinking.”
He came forward again a little, straddling me just below my groin. When he moved forward, my cock landed up against the front of his sweatpants, and now it was lying there, gently resting at the top of his thigh.
“I think a lot of things about you, but I promise, I’ve never thought you were dumb.”
I pressed the matter. “Why do you give a shit, then? Am I a project, to you? A way to make up for shitty things you did in your past? Am I just repentance?”
His gaze went cold. “Stop.”
“Go find your ex-girlfriend’s brother and make sure he’s safe, so that you stop feeling like a criminal? A villain?”
“You sure you want to be saying these things?”
“Pretty damn sure,” I said.
The look he was giving me could have cut through stone. “I was stuck in a small town. I was single again. You were there, and you were hot. So hot it kind of pissed me off. Pretty simple math, Max.”
“Trying to butter me up?”
He clicked his tongue. “Nope. It just would have been a lot easier for me to be alone rather than doing this.”
“Great. Now you’re just insulting me.”
“I said it would be easier, not better.”
I sighed, letting myself relax back onto the bed again, staring up at the ceiling. When I looked at Draven, it was like rational thought left my brain, and all that remained was either fury or lust.
Right now, looking at the ceiling was easier.
“You don’t even know me,” I murmured.
“I know a lot about you. I know you liked it when I opened the doors toward the backyard a few minutes ago, because you like being turned on when there’s any hint of exposure to the outside world.”
His hand landed on my bare cock, and he gripped around my base, sending a wave of heat through me.
“Know me so well,” I said, attempting sarcasm but knowing that he had been 100% correct, too.
“I know you have a good heart. That you care about every last person in this town. That you’re an incredible mixologist. That you like that you’re becoming a little bit online-famous, even though you won’t admit it. And that you really want to come.”