Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“Uh…no,” he countered angrily. “That was the asshole category, and I knew you didn’t belong there with me. You deserved better, but I knew I couldn’t give it to you. My heart…it wasn’t in a good place and not worth sharing with someone special.” He took another deep breath. “None of it mattered, though; not after I realized you were Cassie’s new roommate. I knew those two worlds didn’t need to collide. I would end up hurting somebody she cared about and hate myself for it. I…I didn’t even give us a chance, Remi. I’m sorry for that.”
“Hurting Cassie? How in the hell would fucking me end up hurting Cassie? At that time, we had exchanged maybe fifteen emails and met twice—the second time being when I moved my stuff into her house. She didn’t care about me. You just didn’t want me. Admit it.”
Ryder growled. It was a deep, feral sound that should have scared Remi, but he found it to be incredibly erotic instead.
“How in the hell could you ever think I wouldn’t want you?” he demanded. “Look at you, Remi. You’re fucking perfect. You’re gorgeous, smart, funny, and you rescue ugly stray cats and turn your closet into a posh townhouse for them. Your body is a freakin’ work of art created with lean muscles and lithe grace. You’ve got the most beautiful blue eyes, brighter than the fucking sky, and they twinkle when you laugh.” Ryder’s hand moved up and cupped the side of Remi’s face. “Those lips…all pouty and puffy. They scream to be kissed. Often. Kissed often.” His finger traced the outline of Remi’s lips. “There’s no way you could have ever thought I didn’t want you. I just didn’t think it was the right thing for you.”
Remi moved until he straddled Ryder’s groin. “Maybe you should let me decide what’s best for me going forward, okay?” He dropped his head and placed a quick kiss on Ryder’s lips. “Cause you really make some dumbass decisions.”
With nothing but some scraps of thin fabric separating them, Remi could feel the heat of Ryder’s swollen cock burning against his own length. Fuck…had he actually taken that huge monster inside of him? Okay, he didn’t need to panic. He’d done it before; he could do it again.
“What’s best for you right now?” Ryder whispered. “You know, since you’re making the decisions.”
Remi smiled. There wasn’t a much better feeling in the world than getting his way, especially involving something as important as Ryder Livingston. He knew he shouldn’t gloat. Gloating was for assholes.
He was gloating.
“Let me see…I’m leaning heavily toward you kissing me until I can hardly catch my breath and then fucking me until I’m screaming your name.” Remi nodded. “Yeah, that’s what’s best for me right now.”
“Are you sure about that?” Ryder asked softly. “I’m not certain my heart’s in much better shape than it was three years ago. What if I end up disappointing you? Disappointing both of us?”
With an eye roll that revealed just how much Remi thought the possibility of Ryder disappointing him existed, he answered, “Then I’ll kill you and you can haunt me in my dreams for the rest of my life. Oh, it might be crowded, though. I hope you are into voyeurism.”
Ryder answered Remi’s eye roll with a scowl. “But what if….”
Remi shut him up by sealing their lips together. He gripped both sides of Ryder’s face and held him tight enough that he couldn’t escape without really putting up a struggle. There wasn’t a struggle. After mere seconds, Ryder returned the kiss with enthusiasm and dominance. One minute, Remi was in control and in the next minute, he found himself on his back with Ryder’s muscled body between his spread thighs. The friction of their cocks rubbing together caused a ridiculous sounding whimper to escape from between his lips. He clamped down on his bottom lip with his teeth to avoid a repeat performance.
With a soft chuckle that slipped between kisses, Ryder said, “I love that sound. Don’t try to keep it from me.”
Feeling emboldened, Remi’s hand slipped between their bodies and wrapped around Ryder’s sizzling cock. “You kept this from me,” he accused. “Maybe I keep my womanly whimpers from you as punishment.” At least, that’s what he thought he said. With Ryder’s kisses acting like a potent aphrodisiac, his thoughts and words were becoming muddled. All he could think was how wonderfully perfect it felt to have Ryder’s weight on top of him again.
He’d waited a damn long time.
“I don’t think there’s anything womanly about your sounds at all, babe. Actually, it’s my new favorite fucking sound in the world.”
“Speaking of fucking,” Remi hinted. “I’ve got some…frustrations that I desperately need pounded out of me.”
“Do you have lube and condoms in your nightstand?” Ryder asked as he quickly rolled off Remi in search of what they’d need. Without waiting for an answer, he jerked the bottom drawer open, the one where he’d already seen Remi’s lube and sex toys.