Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Is that really what he thought about us? That our relationship had been like winning the lotto?
My heart performed gymnastic routines between my ribs. “It’s the sad reality of this world, and it’s what keeps so many people miserable and locked up in their closets. I’m lucky that I was able to get rid of that ‘give a fuck’ muscle early on. If there are no fucks to give, then there’s no shame either.”
Sam opened his eyes and found mine. He smiled, the grin crinkling the corners of his eyes. “You need to start writing self-help books or something.”
“Pfft, I can barely sit at the computer long enough to do my taxes, no way I’m finishing a book.”
“Well think about it. I’d definitely read it, so you’ll have at least one sale.”
“Ah, perfect, I could get a venti green tea lemonade with that.”
“Don’t go too crazy. Stick with a grande.”
That got a hearty laugh out of me. Sam was right about this. Us. How it felt so easy. It’s something I’d felt from the moment I met him. Unfortunately, it took Sam a little longer than me to come to that realization, but hey, better late than never.
The moment of comfortable silence stretched between us, interrupted by another cluster of scattered hoots. Sam’s gaze flicked down to my lips. I felt it. Felt that shift inside him. That “do I lean in for the kiss or do I run for the hills?” tension.
I leaned.
So did he.
We met in the middle, mouths crashing together in a kiss that tasted like mouthwash and sugar and every unsaid word that’d built up over the last few weeks. His hand slid to the back of my neck, fingers tightening in my hair. I growled into his mouth, pressing forward, crowding him until he was on his knees, back against the fence post.
My thigh pushed between his legs.
He was hard. Thick. Hot. His cock twitched against the zipper of his jeans.
I kissed down his jaw, biting at the hinge where his neck met bone. Sam gasped, rutting up against my leg like he couldn’t stop himself. Like I had flipped a switch and turned him feral.
“Fuck,” he whispered against my lips, his grip tight against my neck. My body was lit up like the stars, a furiously bright heat spreading out through my veins. “Fuck, Benny.”
“Yeah?” I slid my hand down his chest, over his stomach, to where his jeans were starting to strain. I gave him a squeeze, a rub. He tilted his head back and moaned into the night. I leaned in and kissed his Adam’s apple. We were toward the back of the fence, where a large oak tree blocked the view from the house. No one could see us here.
I flicked my tongue against his skin, tasting salt. I was hungry. Famished. I wanted to taste every inch of him. He pulsed against my palm, driving me absolutely fucking wild. A warm, wet spot touched my palm.
I looked down and saw that his cock was leaking through the fabric of his jeans. I palmed him once, slow and hard, and he shivered. “Look at that.”
“Yeah, sorry, I pre-cum a lot.”
“Sorry? Fucking hell, Sam, that’s the hottest thing ever.”
“Really?”
I licked my lips, nodding, kissing him again. “I wanna taste you,” I growled, and his hips bucked against my hand. “But not out here. Too many eyes. Too many goats.”
He snorted, but it came out breathless.
I leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “You wanna take this to my room?”
He stilled.
That hesitation hit like a speed bump. Just for a second. His hands were still on me, gripping my shirt like he couldn’t let go.
“I want to,” he said. Quiet. Rough. Honest.
I waited.
He licked his lips. “I just… I want to be sure. I don’t wanna mess this up.”
“You think this would mess it up?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “That’s the problem. I want you. I want this. I’m just… not used to doing things that feel this real.”
His cock was still pressing into my hand, twitching with every word. But even with the primal heat scorching the ground underneath us, I couldn’t help and think: holy shit, is this fucker going to turn me away? Again?.
15
SAM
There was nothing in the world that would make me push Benny away in this moment.
I was done running. Finished denying myself the truth. I had thrown so much dirt on this piece of myself, trying to bury it alive. But I was finally, finally able to suck in my first deep, rattling breath, sweet as heaven.
That’s how I felt being out here underneath the open sky, Benny’s hand between my legs and the taste of his kiss still on my lips. It was freeing. And I wanted more of it.
I wanted it all tonight.
“And I don’t want this to stop,” I said, leaning in for another kiss. My cock pushed against Benny’s palm. “This feeling. Am I ready to march on a pride parade? I’m not sure. But am I ready to march behind you to your bedroom and play with you all night? Abso-fucking-lutely.”