Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Thanks for sharing that. I’m not sure I’ve figured out my path yet, like your mom did.”
He squeezes my shoulder. “But you will, and if you want to fill out the divorce papers, we can do that.”
I stare at him, that well of hurt rising in my gut again. “Why do you always have to be so goddamned diplomatic about it all?”
He rears back. “What’s the use in fighting shit that’s inevitable?”
I clench my teeth. “What if someone needed you to?”
He arches a brow and studies me. “That would’ve made us even more miserable.”
I don’t tell him that maybe I just needed to hear it. It’ll only muddy the waters. Besides, does it really matter anymore? Look at us—it’s like we’re standing on opposite sides of a crevasse, unable to reach each other. Or, to use Beth’s analogy, the sun and sea can only briefly linger before the horizon pries them apart again. Fuck, my chest aches with so much longing I need to step away.
John must need the reprieve as well because we get busy clearing the tables and cleaning behind the bar, and before I know it, I’m saying goodbye and forcing myself to go my separate way again.
Before I can open the door leading to the parking lot, I’m startled by his arm winding around my chest. My heart is thrumming as he buries his head in my nape. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop wanting you.”
“You think I don’t feel the same?” I huff out. “You think I don’t want to ask you to take me right here?”
His gruff groan releases like a hot puff of air against my scalp, making the hairs stand on my neck. I bite back a curse when his hand rounds past my hip to palm my stiff cock through the material.
I can feel his heart pounding, his heavy breaths echoing in the empty bar. His dick is thick and solid against my ass. I make quick work of unfastening the button on my jeans, and he unzips and tugs them past my hips.
“Fuck,” I murmur. I’ve been aching for him for days. Let’s be honest—years.
He flips me to face him, then takes my mouth in a heated kiss, and fucking hell, it all comes back. How his mouth on mine always feels like coming home.
I reach for him, but he’s already pulling away and sinking to the floor in front of me. The sight of him on his knees is enough to make precome gush out of my tip. But he’s right there to lick up the liquid, his expert lips encircling the head as his tongue digs into my slit just as I’ve always liked.
I gasp and grip his hair, my nails digging into his scalp. “J, goddamn.”
“I’ve been hard all night, thinking about how well this cock fits in my mouth. Like it was made only for me.” He licks up and down my length, teasing until my shaft finally sinks past his lips again. I shudder, my balls tightening, the familiar sensation already present at the base of my spine.
“Your mouth feels so perfect. I’m not gonna last.”
Just as I begin thrusting, he pulls off.
“Don’t want you to come until I’m inside you again.” His eyes meet mine, and I see the mix of desire and affection.
“As much as I’d love you to take me bare, it’s probably not wise this time around,” I tell him, and he swallows thickly as he nods. “And I don’t have anything on me.”
“Hang on.” He goes behind the bar to his bag and returns with a condom and lube.
11
JOHN
I have no business being intimate with Micah, and especially not in my bar, the place I threw myself into once he left. Yet the way he jumped in and helped like we were a team made me remember that once upon a time, we were.
But at this rate, I’m not even sure I’ll make it inside him. Just seeing him standing in my bar, with his exposed cock all flushed and stiff as I help him out of his jeans and briefs, makes the anticipation almost too much to bear.
I walk him over to the nearest chair and urge him to sit as I resume kneeling in front of him. I lick his cock, then kiss my way down to his balls just the way he likes. Years may have gone by, but I know his body inside and out. I know what makes him come faster, and sucking on his nut sac is one of the things that drives him wild.
“Wanna see you too,” he rasps as I draw away to reach for the lube.
“Don’t have to ask twice.”
He watches intently as I kick out of my sneakers and remove my jeans and underwear. My cock juts out, and the way he looks at me makes me want to bend him over a table, but all in due time.