Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
“Nothin’ that bears repeatin’.” I kissed his cheek. “Help me dry these.”
“I normally hate stubble on a man,” he told me, his voice low and sexy, “but on you it’s so fuckin’ hot.”
“’Cause you like how it feels on your ass.”
“Jesus,” he gasped, bumping me as he jolted. “Even your voice could make me come.”
I turned off the water, wiped my hands on my jeans, and grabbed him. The second I picked him up, his long legs wrapped around my waist and his arms snaked around my neck.
“How about your full-time job is fucking me?”
I snickered as I carried him toward his bedroom. “I’d be a kept man, would I?”
He opened his mouth to speak, but I squeezed his ass, and he shuddered instead, head back, breath catching as he clutched at me.
“Cy?” I teased him as I dropped him onto the bed.
He looked drugged as he lay there, sprawled across the comforter, staring up at me. “I want to point at you in a crowd and say he’s with me. I want to keep you and put a ring on your finger and come home every night to your face looking at me like I’m an idiot.”
“I never look at you like you’re an—”
“Yeah, you do. When I’ve done something particularly stupid, you do.”
“Well, of course, then.” I squinted at him. “That don’t make no—”
“You’re focusing on one part of what I said to avoid the rest, and I get it, I do. But last time you left, really, Web, my heart barely survived.”
I exhaled sharply and sat down on the side of the bed. “Well, then for crissakes, Cyrus, why didn’t you just tell me to go on and not stop and see you?”
“Because,” he said, sighing, tilting his head to look at me, “one of these days you are going to let me love you, and you’re going to stay.” I opened my mouth, but he lifted his hand to hush me. “Or maybe it’s time I looked for a job in Texas.”
It took a second, but the weight of his words finally sank in.
“Oh hell no!” I roared at him, getting up. “I gotta look for work in places that don’t got no hospitals or—”
“Fine. A clinic. I could open my own.”
I lifted up my hands. “Your life is here. Your family is here. The hospital where you work, that people know you’re at, is here! You don’t just—”
“You can find work, I can find work.”
“Oh, for the love of—”
“No!” he yelled, rolling off the bed, pulling off one of his lace-ups—because of course the man wore dress shoes on his days off—and flinging it at me.
I leaned out of the trajectory as he came around the bed.
“You’re the thing I don’t have, Weber Yates. You’re what I miss. You’re the part I only have when I know I can wake up in the morning and see your face.” He reached for me.
“I will not have you hatin’ me because you can’t be a surgeon no more,” I barked back, lifting my head away and back so he couldn’t touch me. “Bein’ a country doctor in some clinic in a little Podunk town ain’t gonna make you happy.”
“You make me happy,” he insisted, shoving me back hard, and being that close to the bed, I lost my balance and fell.
He was on me fast, straddling my chest, knees on my arms, pinning me to the bed. And though we were fighting, the thought crept in that it was hot being manhandled, and his cock was right there, close to my mouth, just beneath a layer of denim and cotton.
“No.” But he was suddenly smiling, and his voice had lost the sharp edge and was instead smooth and silky, reminding me of velvet.
“What no?”
“I am having a serious discussion with you! Do not gimme that look like you want to fuck me, because it won’t work.”
I smiled at him and saw him shiver. Never in my life had I been the hot guy or the sexy guy, but for whatever reason, I had a drugging effect on Cyrus Benning. I melted him, and he did the same to me.
“You could undo your belt and them jeans, slip down your underwear, and bury your dick in my throat. Whaddya say?”
“I… You… I’m going with you when you leave, Web, make no mistake. I don’t want to live like I have. I’m miserable without you, and I won’t go back. I won’t.”
Why would I argue…why? Well, I would, but later…much later. Not now, not when he had lifted to his knees, releasing my arms and unbuckling his belt and shucking his jeans like his life depended on it.
I pushed him off me and came down on top of him, feeling his hard cock pressed between us, hearing his loud, hoarse moan, and loving the scramble of his hands over my chest as he reached for me. The man was frantic to get a hold of me.