Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
That distant, vacant look came back—the one I’d seen when he bolted the day before. I cupped his chin and gently turned his face to mine. “You don’t have to tell me anything you’re not ready to. I’m here. I want to help.”
“You don’t want to hide,” he said.
I shook my head. “No. I don’t. But if you need to for a while, I…” I sighed.
Connor looked haunted. “And if I can’t ever… stop hiding?”
I swallowed hard. “Can we just… see?”
His shoulders relaxed just a little. “If you’re okay with that.”
He looked so raw, like he expected me to take it all back. But I didn’t want to. I didn’t have the words, but I wanted to show him.
“I promise, you can tell me anything,” I said. “I might not always say the perfect thing back, but I’m good at listening.”
Connor studied me. “I want to be the man you think I am.”
From anyone else, I would’ve thought that was sarcasm. But not from him.
“You’re already better than the man I imagined,” I said honestly. “I just want you to be you.”
“I’m a closeted fuck-up.”
“No. You’re amazing.”
He stared at me like he didn’t believe it. I brushed my knuckles across his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. My heart pounded. My cock stirred. I didn’t know how far he wanted to go, but I needed to kiss him like I meant it.
Stay away from him. You’re going to get hurt. David’s voice again.
But there was another voice now—one that sounded more like the man I wanted to be.
Take a risk. He’s worth it. You’re worth it.
Connor took my hand and pulled it from his face, but he didn’t run. He looked out across the lawn, his eyes scanning the trees like he was checking for snipers. That soldier switch had flipped on again.
“I don’t see anyone watching.” He knelt in front of me and reached for the waistband of my shorts.
I was too stunned to speak. Apparently, I wasn’t the one giving the comfort blow job after all.
“Earlier, I wondered what it’d be like to have you come in my mouth,” he said. “Can I find out?”
My throat went dry. “Yes,” I managed to croak.
The fact that he wanted this—after not wanting it with anyone else—hit me hard. I reached out and gripped his shoulders.
Connor looked up at me, eyes soft. When he licked the tip of my cock, all my thoughts—about the risks, the doubts, the future—disappeared.
I whimpered as he took me into his mouth. He was so good. Too good.
It didn’t take long. “Close,” I rasped, grabbing at his shoulder. “Really fucking close.”
He didn’t stop. He just took me deeper.
And then I was gone.
Pleasure ripped through me as I came, pulsing down his throat. He swallowed again and again, and it was the hottest damn thing I’d ever seen.
When it was over, he pulled back and licked his lips. That simple motion made my whole body jerk one last time.
I slumped in my chair. “Wow. I’m… wow.”
He stared at me, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes dazed. "Yes. That about covers it.”
I leaned down and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. The kiss went on and on, and I didn’t want it to end. Because the moment it did, the real world would come back. And I wasn’t ready for that.
Connor
A few hours later, I was curled around Jeremy in bed, spooned against the warmth of his back. We’d made it back inside from the porch, and now we were both wrecked in the best way. As much as I wanted to keep exploring every inch of his lean, ridiculously gorgeous body, my dick had officially tapped out for the foreseeable future. I was right on the edge of sleep when a godawful screech tore through the room.
Jesus Christ—what the hell was that?
Then it clicked. Sabrina’s ringtone.
I shot upright, heart thudding, and scrambled over the side of the bed, hands groping blindly across the floor. I found my shorts, yanked my phone from the pocket, and answered. “Hello?”
“Where are you?” Sabrina’s voice was tight, on the edge of panic.
Shit. The move-out clean.
I looked over at the clock on Jeremy’s nightstand. I was already ten minutes late.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Twenty minutes tops.” I ended the call before she could say anything else, already feeling like the world’s biggest asshole.
“What’s wrong?” Jeremy asked, sitting up. The covers slipped down, baring his smooth chest, and suddenly my crisis was competing with the overwhelming urge to run my tongue across every inch of his skin.
“I’m supposed to be at a cleaning with Sabrina,” I said, dragging my gaze away and trying to remember where the hell I’d left my boxers.
“Shit! How late are you?”
“About ten minutes.” I yanked on my underwear and shorts, trying not to think about how warm the bed had been, how perfect it had felt being wrapped around him.