Up For The Challenge Read Online Riley Hart, Devon McCormack

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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“Set it down,” I replied as I walked away from the oven. I’d just put our dinner in when I caught him.

“Ethan…”

“Sean…” I cocked a brow at him as I walked his way.

“Ugh! Fine. I hate you.” A half-smile curled his lips as he set the box on the end table.

“No, you don’t.”

“You’re smothering me.”

“I’m taking care of my man,” I told him as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

“I love you,” he said as he nuzzled my neck. That’s what I wanted right there.

“I love you too. Come on.” I nodded toward the bedroom. “You should lie down for a little while.”

He groaned.

“You have Ethan Fucking Harris taking care of you. Are you really going to complain?” I asked as I led him to our bedroom. He’d been staying with me the past couple of weeks since he’d gotten out of the hospital, but I’d officially moved all his stuff in today with the help of Johnnie, Owen, Sadie, and Lee.

“It’s hard for me to feel helpless.” He pouted when we approached the bed.

I began unbuttoning his shirt, then slipped it off his shoulders and around his cast. “I know, Ninja. You want to be the one taking care of everyone else…the one fixing everyone. Let the rest of us play hero from time to time.” I worked on his sweats next, pulling them off him so he stood there in nothing but his underwear.

“You wanna be my hero?” he asked with a playfulness to his voice that I loved. There was my guy.

“Yes, I do. Though I’m pretty sure I already am.”

He chuckled and then sat on the edge of the bed. “Yeah, you are.”

“Lie down,” I told him. When he did I lay beside him, still fully stressed. My dick was already hard being this close to him. I wanted him so fucking badly. I always wanted him. He had a small scar from where he’d had surgery. Despite nearly a month going by, I could still see faint bruising in some places. I winced thinking about the fact that I could have lost him.

“I saw that.” He frowned. “I’m fine and I’m sorry I’m grumpy but I’m losing my mind here. I can’t work. I can’t help move my stuff into our place. Hell, you won’t even have sex with me because you’re scared of hurting me. We haven’t fucked since before I went out of town. I’m missing your dick.” He reached out and grabbed my cock with his good hand.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. I was really fucking horny too, so I got where he was coming from.

“Or your ass. I can remind you how good it feels when someone plays with your prostate.”

“What makes you think I haven’t been doing that to myself?” I tried to tease him when what I really wanted was to spread his legs and take his hole.

He stopped. “You have not.”

I looked at him through sheepish eyes.

“You motherfucker!”

He tried to roll away from me but I grabbed him, loud laughter tumbling out of my mouth. “I’m kidding. I haven’t fingered myself. I’ve only come when we jerked or sucked each other off. I promise.” We hadn’t even done those two things very much. Just a couple of times in the past week.

He quickly rolled on top of me, too fast for him to move, if you asked me. “You’re going to hurt yourself,” I told him.

“Shut up and fuck me.” Sean slammed his mouth onto mine. I wrapped my arms around him, savoring the taste of him on my tongue. He was so damn familiar by now. I knew every inch of his body. Every sound he made when we fucked. The weight of his body. The way his breath felt against my skin.

I’d lose my mind if I lost those things. I wanted to protect him, stick him in a bubble to keep him safe.

“Sean.” I pulled away. He kissed his way down my neck.

“Please, Straighty. I need you.”

I understood it then, his need to claim me again, or to be claimed again. I couldn’t deny him, couldn’t deny myself.

I bit into his shoulder. “I have to do all the work,” I told him.

“I love it when I get my way, Mr. Harris.”

“You always get your way, Mr. Wright,” I replied as I shoved his underwear down. He sat up, tried to unbutton my pants but fumbled because of the cast.

“Goddamn it.”

I laughed and he laughed and I loved moments like this—laughing and loving him. “I’ll do it.” I sat up, with him still on my lap and ripped my T-shirt over my head.

I pressed my mouth to his before nodding toward the bed. Sean climbed off me and I quickly removed my pants and underwear. He clumsily stroked his cock with his good hand. “I thought you wanted me and not your hand?”


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