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)
“Do you remember when we had Joey between us in the hot tub?” I asked.
I finished my drink, and a slow dizzy spell rolled through me.
“You mean before he went monogamous with LC? Yeah, I remember.”
I furrowed my brow. “I’m monogamous too.”
“So am I, but it doesn’t make shit easy for group play.”
True enough.
“What about that night?” he asked.
I shrugged to myself and left the glass on the table. I was officially drunk, and I was done drinking. Otherwise, I’d never get up tomorrow.
“It was hot,” I said.
LC had filmed us in the water. It was back when they were just play partners. Sam had spotted us. We’d been so rough on Joey, one of the most hardcore masos I’d ever played with. Well—Reid had been rough. I’d ended up on the receiving end, despite having Joey between us.
With Joey on my lap, and him fucking himself on my cock, facing me, I’d been too close to Reid’s target. He’d used a rubber flogger on the boy’s back, and the lashes had struck my arms and neck. Then later, when Joey had taken both of us at the same time, Reid had gotten so swept away by the moment that he’d become grabbier with me than the boy. Because I remembered so vividly how he’d picked up the pace, looking down at where his cock was disappearing into Joey’s tight ass alongside my own, while his hand had slipped up my throat—
“My go-to memory is the jungle takedown.” Reid’s low voice shook me out of my own reminiscing, only to shove me into a new memory. And this one—fuck, I’d almost forgotten. Wait, this was his go-to? But he’d… “The look on your face when you got caught in the crossfire.”
I clenched my jaw, instantly annoyed, even as a thick rush of desire slithered through me.
Got caught in the crossfire—vague way of reminding me of how he’d shoved me up against a tree in order to get me away from the prey I’d thrown down on the ground. Reid had scratched up my entire back with that move.
He’d also let the prey escape, however briefly.
I swallowed hard as the memories came rushing back.
The anger, the shock, the fight. Oh fuck, the fight. How had I suppressed this memory?
He’d grabbed me in a chokehold, taking advantage of my frozen state, and grazed his nose up my jaw.
“Having fun?”
I shivered and gave my cock a squeeze.
The rising anger had eventually broken through the shock, and I’d shoved him away from me. We’d become animals that night. I’d wrestled him to the ground, but he’d one-upped me and ended up on top. Goddamn bastard. But rather than claiming the prey as his, he’d told me we could share him.
Maybe that was his favorite part. Maybe that was what he thought back on in the shower or wherever, when we’d hunted down the boy again and turned him into a spit roast.
“The part where you interrupted me with Jason, or when we shut him up together?” I asked.
He chuckled darkly. “Definitely the former. You’re fun to piss off. And you—fuck.” He exhaled, and the way he did it killed my irritation at the former comment. “The way you fight back, Max…”
The fucker actually groaned, and I sucked in a breath and felt all the blood leave my brain.
The fight in question hadn’t lasted long, maybe a minute or two, but yeah, it’d been wild. It’d just been the two of us in the darkness, no safety guards, no artificial playground to protect us from what actually existed and lived in a rain forest. Snapped twigs and broken branches fucking hurt when you were lying on top of them. The underbrush had been damp and rustling with life. And then there’d been the otherworldly look in Reid’s eyes.
I slipped a hand down my boxer briefs and gave myself a few strokes, and then I just didn’t stop.
I’d been fueled by the screams of defeated prey nearby—and the lit torches flickering here and there, providing the right amount of light, a faint glow, to reveal what hid in the shadows.
“You didn’t go easy on me,” Reid murmured huskily.
A breath gusted out of me, and I stroked myself harder. “Never would.”
We weren’t evenly matched, but I could hold my own for a while. He only had a couple inches on me—and maybe ten pounds—but he lifted weights and had a more physical job than I did. His hobbies also put him on the move. He built things and loved manual labor. I…was really good at solving sudokus on my phone.
Whenever we met up to go on a hike or take our bikes out in the Shenandoah, I had to push myself to the extreme to keep up with him.
At the same time, I loved his strength. I loved how it increased the intimidation factor about him.