Stupid Love Read online Riley Hart (Stumbling into Love #1)

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Stumbling into Love Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
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“Are you saying I’m not a random guy?” Shaw turned toward me, cocking a brow.

“No, you’re that one word, remember? It’s hard to say it when I’m talking about you—F-R-I-E-N-D.”

He laughed, then groaned, before pulling me onto his lap so I straddled him, and oh…well, this was nice, and Shaw was really fucking hot.

“I want you, E. But I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t want to be hurt.”

It was one of the sweetest things he’d ever said to me. “I want you too.”

“So we just, what? Hang out? Spend time together while hopefully hooking up with each other?”

Which sounded a whole lot like dating to me, but I didn’t tell him that. I thought Shaw got scared off by the word, and frankly, there might have been some fear inside me as well. I was about to agree to basically dating Shaw. What universe was I in? “This is weird.”

“Agreed.”

Then something else hit me, something I needed to know before we went any further. “Will you be with other people?” That was a hard limit for me.

He leaned forward, pressed his forehead against my chest, so I couldn’t see his face. “No.”

My whole body seemed to relax at that. I couldn’t imagine seeing people come in and out of his apartment while we were doing this whole not-dating thing. “Just tell me if you want to. That’s all I ask. And if either of us decide we don’t want to hang out with each other anymore, we’re honest and tell the other.”

“Okay,” he replied, pulling back. There was something in Shaw’s bright green eyes that I couldn’t decipher. All I knew was, I had never seen it there before, and I felt it, deep inside me.

He reached up and cupped my cheek. His hand was shaking. Jesus, why was his fucking hand shaking? But then, mine were too.

I leaned forward, and Shaw’s lips ghosted over mine. It was a soft kiss for all of a second, and then it turned frantic, hungry, like we were starving for each other.

I moaned into his mouth as Shaw’s hands reached around and cupped my ass. He tasted like coffee. Our tongues moved together, and my hands went to his hair, tugging, then pushing him closer to me like I couldn’t decide what I wanted.

Fuck, he was a good kisser.

I gasped when he suddenly flipped us, turned us so I lay on my back with him on top of me. My legs spread open for him. He settled between them, the weight of him a welcomed friction on my achingly hard cock. He thrust against me, and oh yes, he was deliciously hard as well.

Shaw’s mouth left mine, and I whined for it to return.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He smiled into my neck, kissing me there too, before shoving my tee up and kissing my chest, licking each nipple, making me crazy. I arched toward him, wanting more. It had been a fucking long time for me, and I was already on the verge of blowing my load.

Shaw kept going. He kissed my belly and traced over my abs with his tongue, before he reached for my pants. “Can I?” he asked, and oh, I was in trouble because that question did something to me.

“Yes.”

With shaky fingers, he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then knelt, and I lifted my hips so he could pull them off and—“Wait. You’re wearing Superman underwear?”

They were red-and-blue boxer trunks. “Shut up! They aren’t Superman.”

“They look like Superman to me. It’s cute. Do you have Batman too?”

“Shut up and I hate you!” I grabbed him and tugged him to me again, taking his mouth with mine. God, I really, really liked kissing Shaw Hastings.

He nibbled my lip, and I sucked his tongue. When his hand slid down and cupped my dick through my underwear, I cried out and thrust into his grip.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be responsive. I jerked off thinking about you like this.”

This strange jolt shot through my chest. Oh, that was…that was nice to hear.

He kissed his way down my stomach, then stopped at the edge of my underwear. He looked up at me from between my legs, silently asking for permission, and I knew there was no going back from this moment.

I nodded, and Shaw sat up again. He hooked his fingers in my waistband and pulled them down. My cock sprang free, fucking thankful not to be trapped. He leaned down, and suddenly I remembered what he told me about that prick Richie. How he’d used Shaw and let Shaw blow him only to treat him like shit afterward.

Shaw leaned down and kissed my glans, and holy fuck, my cock was going to hate me for this, but I said, “Wait.”

He immediately froze. “Change your mind? You can change your mind at any time.”


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