Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
I rested my cheek against the tarp. He pressed a hand on the center of my back.
“Oh fuck, you feel good.” Mace’s words were husky and tense. Soft moans penetrated the haze of lust fogging my brain. It was all it took. “Touch yourself for me,” he growled out.
I didn’t need more. I clawed at the plush carpet seconds before I was taken under. My body arched into the rush of my orgasm.
Mace’s hips faltered, his erratic tempo blinded me into an alternate universe of reality. My come spilled out of me, darkness descended.
“Your body’s squeezin’ my cock,” Mace rasped. Whatever happened after that was gone for me. This was the exact best moment of my entire life. Mace. I was in love.
Please let him be there with me.
Slowly, consciousness replaced the darkness. I was laid out flat. With Mace’s body on top of mine, breathing was difficult.
After one failed attempt, and with more strength than I knew I possessed, I bucked Mace off me to land with a thump on the tarp that no longer felt sexy or soft.
“Umph,” Mace murmured, fully collapsing beside me. He gave me a satisfied grin.
Man, I was into that smile.
“Who’d’ve thought you’d be a power bottom?” Mace’s voice dripped with satisfaction. My guy’s face held the exact same blissed out expression I felt. His skin was flushed and his hair damp from exertion.
“Yeah, who’d’ve thought,” I drawled. Mace lifted an arm and draped it over his eyes. With nothing but time on my hands, I’d thought a lot about the differences between love and lust. It was hard to pinpoint exactly what was happening, but our sex was always off the charts good, pushing me closer to him after every time. I saw how I could be well over the moon in love with Mace, but I also had absolutely nothing long term to offer in return.
As long as I kept my perspective, living inside the fantasy of what could be, pretending some magnificent dude like Mace loved me and only me, I’d weather this overwhelmingly emotional storm.
At least that was the conversation I had with my head of security. And with my agent. Then again with my manager. Another time with Austin Grainger who had called to schedule a meeting with me, ending up staying on the phone for over an hour, listening to me coo over Mace.
What a beautiful home Mace was building. If I invested, helping to make Mace’s dreams come true, maybe it’d help when I left. If we were business partners, Mace would be forced to stay in touch during the long months that I was back in the Hollywood grind.
The warmth radiating from Mace’s body lulled me until my eyes closed again.
Mace’s movement roused me. He was probably rising to get a wet towel; he was good about cleaning me up. I was completely unprepared for the hard body landing back on top of mine. Breath rushed out when his lips caressed the side of my ear. His hand cupped my head, keeping me pinned there.
“We have great sex.”
“I believe we make love,” I murmured, and those perfectly pouty lips pressed against the shell of my ear, chuckling and kissing at the same time.
His laughter felt stinging. I’d learned how to absorb emotional blows to the heart a long time ago. Even getting to the point where my heart had stopped feeling anything until I met the man now giggling at my expense. A solid rumble erupted above me as Mace flipped off me again. “I’ll get you a towel in a sec.”
“You didn’t like my choice of words describing our physical relationship?” I asked cheekily, rising enough on my side to place my hand underneath my head, propped on my elbow. I place my other hand over Mace’s thumping heart.
“Nah, it’s fine, but we’re too different and have an expiration date. Making love doesn’t fit what we’re doin’,” Mace explained, his arm going underneath his head.
“What? I don’t understand. Say that a different way.” Something speculative crossed Mace’s handsome brow.
“Simple enough, you’re confusin’ great sex with somethin’ more meaningful. Tying us together when we maybe don’t technically fit,” he simply explained.
Seconds passed as my anger built stealthily. I abruptly lifted. Mace reached for my hand. His confused expression should have helped ease my frustration, but it didn’t. My back went ramrod stiff, and my jaw clenched shut.
“It’s okay, Slade. It’s really great sex. Best I’ve ever had.”
“Love didn’t just slip. I know what I’m experiencing. You’re the one hiding in the past. I’m opening to the idea of there being something solid and perhaps long term between us. Regardless, we don’t have just great sex.”
Mace sat up while I pulled up my jeans in all haste. Why couldn’t he keep his ridiculous thoughts to himself like he always fucking did?