Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“But all you did was make me feel comfortable, make me feel accepted and loved. We watched movies, and you slept in my bed like you always did, and all I could think was that I never wanted to do anything to mess that up.”
Which is why he’s been checking in with me to make sure I’m okay and that this is what I want.
“I remember you told me you felt different, and that being gay was just another way you were different, and I was stuck between thinking—first, you’re not different. You’re just my Dono. And second, that you were different, not because of the gay thing, but because you’re special. I like you better than anyone else. But then I started to feel different from you. I suddenly started wishing I were gay because I wanted to be what you were, which is odd when you think about it. That I had those feelings back then, but it still took me this long to realize I’m bisexual.”
Donovan doesn’t answer, and I rack my brain trying to figure out what I did wrong, what I said wrong, but nothing is coming to me. Did I say something insensitive? Offensive? Make him wonder what the fuck is wrong with me?
He pulls into the driveway, turns off the car, and the interior light comes on. His gaze is intense, his brown eyes holding something I can’t read.
“What?”
“You really wished you were gay just because I was? You never wished I were straight?”
Oh. I never thought about it that way. But… “Why would I want to change you?”
“Why would you want to change you?” he counters.
I shrug. “I don’t know, D. I don’t make sense half the time. I don’t think it means anything.”
“I love you,” he says, and my eyes widen because…is he… “Not like that! I’m not saying I’m in love with you. I just love you. I don’t think you know how special you are.”
“I absolutely know how awesome I am,” I tease.
“I’m being serious, babe.”
He is. I can tell. And really, it means the world to me. Makes my heart feel soft and my pulse beat too fast. People might think I’m pretty or fun, but most of them don’t think I’m special the way Donovan does.
“I love you too, D. Now, let’s go in and get your dick in my mouth.”
He laughs, and I love how easily I can make him do that.
We get out of the car and head inside. Donovan unlocks the door and stands aside for me to go in first. “Such a gentleman,” I tease.
I’m surprised when Donovan takes my hand as he leads me into our—his—bedroom. He flicks on the light, and when I go for my shirt, he stops me.
“You’re going to suck my dick. The least I can do is take our clothes off.”
“That and suck me off back.”
“Oh yeah. That’s a given.” He gives me a grin that makes my stomach feel fluttery. Pre-BJ nerves, maybe?
Donovan leads me to the bed, then tugs my LA Rebels T-shirt over my head. I had to rep our team, of course. “You have such a great body.” He runs his hand down my chest.
“Um…and you don’t? You’ve worked hard over the years. It definitely paid off.” Not that there was anything wrong with him before. I love all versions of Donovan.
He kneels in front of me and tugs down my shorts. My dick is already getting hard, and it doesn’t help to see Donovan on his knees in front of me.
“Aren’t we in the wrong position for me to do the sucking?”
“We’ll get there. It’s going to be hard for me to wait. I love sucking dick.” He presses his lips to my stomach, and the fluttering feeling there grows.
Donovan takes my shoe off, gets my shorts and underwear off around my boot, and then stands. Before I have much of a chance to do anything, he’s stripping out of his clothes, shoes, and socks too.
We’re both totally hard now, cocks out, and I bump mine into his. “We can play games with these things. Tag, you’re it.” I tap his dick with mine again.
“Oh my God. You’re such a dork.”
“You love that about me,” I tell him.
Donovan looks at me funny before he says, “I do,” then cocks a brow. “So how do you wanna do this?”
How do I want to do this? The boot doesn’t make this easy. “Should you sit up with your back against the headboard and I can kinda lie between your legs?”
His dick twitches.
“Oh hey. You liked that.”
“You’re talking about being between my legs. Of course I do.” Donovan pushes some of the pillows out of the way and gets into position. He’s slowly stroking his shaft as he watches me, waits for me to move or do something, and…holy shit is he hot. This whole visual in front of me is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.