Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“Reid, I—”
“I don’t wanna hear it,” I snapped, immediately out of patience. “You’re gonna give me another stupid rant about you not knowing who you are in kink. I’m over it.” I gripped my cock and pushed it between his ass cheeks, and he sucked in a sharp breath. Goddamn, that’s it. He had lubed up for me. I rubbed the head of my cock around his opening, then slowly began pushing inside.
“We gotta talk,” he groaned. “Quit it.”
“No. I’m takin’ your ass.” I planted one hand across his back, and I didn’t stop. I stared down between us as my cock disappeared inside him, one slow inch after another. “You’re so goddamn blind—you know that? So fucking caught up in roles and labels. You already have an identity, and it belongs with mine.”
My God, he felt too good. I had to fight against closing my eyes.
I pulled out a little, only to push in again, and I set a measured pace.
“Fuck.” Max pushed himself up a bit, just his upper body, and his fingers disappeared in the wet sand. “Can you slow the fuck down? I’m new at this.”
What?
I did slow down, when I was buried all the way in.
“How new?” I’d been so sure he’d done this before.
“At the risk of bringing up labels,” he gritted out, “I’m not a fucking bottom.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You wanted me to take you.”
“So?” he bit out. “Doesn’t mean I have experience, fucker.”
But…
Shit.
“Why didn’t you fucking tell me?” I asked irritably. “This is shit we cover before a takedown, you dumb son of a bitch.” I started pulling out, worried I’d hurt him, but he shook his head quickly.
“Don’t.” He rushed out the word. “Don’t stop. I didn’t want you to be careful with me. It’s not like I…” A harsh breath left him. “It’s not like I’m a stranger to toys.”
Fuck me. But he’d never bottomed for anyone before. I was the first.
Fucking hell.
Good luck stopping the possessiveness now…
I sank all the way in again, and I leaned over him to kiss his neck. “When you’re ready, I’ll fuck you properly.”
He let out an unsteady breath, and I could feel him trying to unclench.
I bet he felt vulnerable—and maybe defensive and angry, because he wasn’t used to being exposed.
“You see?” he said quietly. “I’d make a horrible partner for you.”
I exhaled and shook my head. “Bullshit.”
“But I’m not—”
“Don’t say it,” I told him. “I don’t wanna hear it. I’ve known you for over twenty-five years, Max. I’ve lived through all your phases, and I don’t give a fuck.” I rubbed my nose along his neck. “Do you like pain? Do you like these adrenaline rushes? Do you like the fight?”
He nodded once.
I withdrew slowly and pushed in again. “So we’re both primal,” I murmured. “We’re both sadomasochists for takedowns. We’re Sadists and Tops.” I nipped at his flesh. “But I think we’ll both wanna experience the other side too. Because it’s us. It’s you and me.”
Feeling him more at ease physically, I set an unhurried pace, and another slow wave rolled in over us.
“You wanna get taken, don’t you, darlin’? You like this. You hate feeling vulnerable, but you can’t help but crave this right here. You’ve fantasized about it.” I let out a groan and felt the pleasure heat me up. My fucking hell, he felt amazing. “I stopped listening to your hangups about kink roles a long time ago.” And for the first time, only one word fit the bill in the end. The one that mattered. Which…admittedly, I’d never dared dream he’d want. “Now I understand why.”
“Why what?” he groaned.
“Why I stopped listenin’.” I couldn’t help it. I went a little faster and harder. “They never made sense. They didn’t fucking matter.” Still didn’t.
“Just because—fuck.” He hissed in pain, not that it stopped him from moving with me. He was meeting my thrusts, pushing back every time I went deeper. “Just because you don’t care about those roles doesn’t mean others won’t. I care. I care about finding out what I am.”
“I already know,” I snapped. Fuck, he was getting to me. My fuse burned shorter for every thrust, and I was putting an end to this bullshit. “I’ll tell you what you are, Max.” I gripped his hip tightly and stopped holding back. “You’re fucking mine.” Holy fuck. Pleasure coursed through me like wildfire, and it felt indescribable to have that word out in the open. Mine. All mine. “My Sadist, my masochist, my primal motherfucker, my annoying goddamn dentist—the man I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with. You’re mine.”
My Top, my bottom, my better half.
He didn’t say anything, but I sensed he wanted to move. I eased back, and he immediately followed, and then he snaked an arm around my neck from behind. Fuck, that worked for me. We met in a messy kiss over his shoulder, and I groaned as he tugged at my hair.