Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99399 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99399 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Trace’s fingertips skittered over my collarbones and shoulders, touching me the way I’d wished he could back then. I could tell by his knowing grin that he could see the streaky blotches of my blush just fine despite the dark.
His voice hit low in my belly as his fingers moved down the center of my chest, brushed too lightly against my nipples, and continued down to my hips before dipping down into my waistband. “Did you come for me, Wolfe? Out there in the mountains with the rest of us only a few yards away?”
My breath hitched. My cock was hard and aching, probably as hard as it had been that day when I’d been nothing but a raging ball of hormones and unfulfilled fantasy. I finally arched up into him. “I can’t… I need…”
He tilted his head while pressing his own hard cock down onto mine, his eyes dark and focused. “Tell me another time you watched me.”
The air pulled heavier into my chest as I struggled to think. “H-hawaii? One of the anniversary trips. Senior year of high school.”
Recognition widened his eyes. “Christmas.”
I nodded. He’d brought someone. A man named Gio. Trace’s total opposite in every way. Someone who hated the outdoors and probably had a twenty-step skincare regimen.
“I saw you,” I admitted, feeling a familiar curl of jealousy. “You and Gio were in the little alcove where the ice machine was.”
I could tell by the look on his face that he remembered. Gio on his knees. Trace’s head thrown back in pleasure. Thankfully, his eyes had been closed. Otherwise, I probably would have died right there on the spot from embarrassment.
Trace moved one hand up to cup my face and leaned his forehead down until it was pressed against mine. “I’m sorry you saw that.”
I clenched my back teeth against the whiny words that wanted to spill. “Was fine. Would have been hot as fuck if it hadn’t been… you know…” I pressed my palm in the center of his chest. “You.”
“Ouch.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean. I was jealous. By then, I’d admitted to myself I had a crush on you. And most of the guys I’d hooked up with at that point hadn’t done… whatever it was that gave a man that kind of look on his face.”
“And now?” he asked with a teasing smirk. “Pretty sure I saw a look on your face earlier when I had you naked and gasping on my tongue.”
My cheeks were still on fire. “Yeah?”
He moved his hand down between us and drew his thumb along my half-hard cock through the soft fabric of my pajama pants. Blood rushed south, stealing my breath and my patience.
Trace’s voice was low and honey sweet. “What do you want, baby? Want me to put that look back on your face?”
I arched into his touch, knowing his mouth wouldn’t be enough. My heart thundered with nerves, but if I had this chance with Trace, I was going to make the most of it.
“Want you inside me. Want you to fuck me.”
16
TRACE
Having Wolfe in my arms and hard for me was fucking me up.
His tall, muscular body as it moved against mine. The dark stubble on his jaw rasped beneath my fingers. His lust-rough voice. His thick cock pushing the fabric of his pants into an obscene tent against my stomach. All of it was a drug perfectly calibrated to make me lose control.
Which was why when he said he wanted me inside him, I had to stare at him for a long moment before I could formulate a reply.
“Or not.” Wolfe misunderstood my silence, and his blush grew so intense, it was visible even in the near darkness. “If you don’t want… that.”
Was he serious? I wanted him so much my skin was itching with it.
“Fuck yes, I want that.” Still, I paused. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, Trace. Fuck. Jesus.” He closed his eyes and inhaled as if seeking patience. “This is never going to work if you question me at every turn.”
“Baby.” I ran a hand over his dark hair. “I’m not questioning you because I don’t think you know your own mind. I’m questioning you because I can’t believe this is actually happening.” I shook my head. How could I explain this?
“This is a little too good to be true,” I admitted. “Things this good don’t come this easy. Not for me, anyway.”
Wolfe’s expression softened. “Don’t know if this is easy. It took me a long time to get you into bed. Years, actually.”
He was right, of course. I’d resisted him, this, for a long time.
Now I knew I was in love with him. And he was clearly still interested in me. But there was still a mountain of issues for us to climb. What would a relationship between us look like? I couldn’t imagine telling Derek and Jude that I was fucking their son, even if he was a fully legal, consenting adult.