Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
We laughed and talked shit—I forced Alex to let me give him a piggyback ride on the beach but I could tell he liked it more than he’d been willing to let on. Everything between us the same, only Alex was my husband, and I could admit, even if only to myself, that I was in love with him and always had been.
Chapter Nine
Alex
This had been one of the best weeks of my life. I cringed at how cheesy that sounded, but I blamed Caden. He was the only person who could inspire those kinds of thoughts in me.
But now it was morning, the day before we had to leave. Caden was sleeping beside me, snoring softly, something he swore he didn’t do, and all I could think was that I didn’t want to go home. Couldn’t we just…stay in Puerto Vallarta? Continue to be husbands and live happily ever after in this utopia we had somehow landed ourselves in?
It felt real to me—all of it. That we were and had always been a couple. That we’d planned to get married and had been in our right minds instead of the drunken, hazy ceremony that was our reality. That I remembered a lot more than how he’d hugged me, wrapped me in his arms, and said, “Are you really mine now? No one can take you away?”
Sometimes… Sometimes I forgot that we hadn’t said what would happen when we left, that we were only enjoying our time together and would still have to figure everything out.
Caden’s dad would be a problem.
The fact that Caden didn’t ever want to get married would be too, but then…why had he spent the whole week calling me his husband? That didn’t make a whole lot of sense.
And now we only had a little over twenty-four hours left here, and I’d spent half the night awake, tossing and turning as the weight of home nearly suffocated me.
“I love you,” I whispered into his hair.
I was on my back, him on his stomach. He had an arm and a leg thrown over me, his face buried in my chest. A naked Caden was a beautiful thing, but a naked Caden half on top of me was basically like winning the lottery and having all the happiness in the world combined.
Ugh. I was dissolving into mush again.
He groaned in his sleep, undulating his hips slightly, rubbing his hard cock against my thigh. We hadn’t done anything more than frot and jerk each other off all week, and damned if I didn’t want a taste of him before it was possibly too late.
I lowered my hand, cupped his ass…and felt him smiling into my chest.
“Good morning, husband,” he said softly.
He tilted his head up, and I captured his mouth, kissing him leisurely, as if we had all the time in the world.
When I moved to roll him, Caden went easily. In bed, he was like putty in my hands, letting me do what I wanted to him, coming undone for me over and over again.
The moment he was on his back, I began kissing my way down his neck, his chest, his stomach, before settling between his legs. Caden gave me more space, spreading them wider, his dick thick and hard against his belly, his balls full and tight with the load I wanted to swallow down.
“You have such a nice cock,” I said, before lapping at his balls and then blowing on them. Caden hissed. “Do you know how long I’ve been dying to taste it? Are you going to let me, husband? Do I finally get to suck your pretty cock?”
“Do you really think there’s a possibility I’d say no?” Caden replied, running his fingers through my hair. “And you called me husband…that’s usually my line.”
“Is that okay?”
There was a slight hesitation in which I nearly went into cardiac arrest before he said, “Yes. More than.”
I was trying not to get my hopes up, not to make assumptions and read into his words, but when he said things like that, how could I not? How could it mean anything other than Caden liked hearing me call him mine?
That was definitely cause for celebration, so I leaned down, rooted my nose in his pubes, inhaled the musky, masculine scent of him that I wanted engrained into my memory forever.
Then…then I proceeded to give him the best blowjob in the history of the world. I was pretty sure if there were Olympic games for this, I would have taken home the gold.
I played with his balls and stroked him while I sucked. Took him to the back of my throat, swallowing around the head while Caden thrust into my mouth. He fisted my hair, pulled until it stung, and all that did was fuel me on even more.
“Alex…holy fuck…your mouth…Jesus…just like that…fuck…fuck.”