Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Fuck, you’re hot, Nolan.” Ignoring his command to lie back, I reached for his thighs, holding on as he stroked faster and faster.
“Thank you,” he said primly as if he wasn’t jerking off over me after just sucking my every last brain cell out through my cock. He added a little twist at the top of his strokes. “God, this feels good. I like you watching me.”
“I’m watching, all right.” I held his gaze as he had with me, staring deep into his eyes, which was a mistake because damn if I didn’t feel a connection that went much deeper than sex.
“Oh, your eyes,” Nolan gasped, and no way could I look away. “Keep looking at me.”
“That’s it. Get yourself there.” I urged him on by caressing his flexing thighs and giving all the eye contact he craved. “Give me a good show.”
“Oh.” His mouth fell open and his eyes went glassy as he came, painting my abs with his come. A wave of pure delight crossed his face, and he laughed. “Oh wow.”
“Are you always so happy when you come?” I had to ask because the laughter was a first for me, but I liked it. A lot. And I couldn’t wait to inspire it again.
“Pretty much.” He chuckled again as he collapsed next to me.
“Good. I like it. I like you happy.” I dropped a kiss on his head.
“I aim to please,” Nolan said archly before I retrieved a towel from the bathroom to wipe off my stomach. I stretched out next to him, and he flopped his head onto my shoulder like we’d done this a thousand times before.
“Good night, Nolan.” I flipped off the light to sleep and so he wouldn’t see how much I liked this familiarity and cozy cuddles. I inhaled deeply, trying to memorize Nolan’s scent and warmth. If our arrangement was only for the holidays, I wanted to make the most of this unexpected connection, no matter how much it was likely to hurt in the end.
Twelve
For those families new to our school and the base community, a suggestion to get out and explore, especially as we head into December. The waves should be epic!
NOLAN
I awoke to a dark room and Merry pushing on my shoulder. True to his word, he’d left the bathroom light on for me, but the outside lighting seemed like the middle of the night.
“Wake up,” he whispered.
“It’s still dark,” I moaned and tried to roll back over, but Merry wouldn’t let me. I was all warm and snuggly and sleepy from a middle of the night slow make-out session that had led to grinding off together. Two stupendous orgasms had rendered me near comatose, but Merry was determined.
“It won’t be dark much longer, and I want to show you something.”
Well, now I was intrigued. If Merry wanted to share something, I wanted to see it, even if it meant leaving the soft bed for a chilly pre-dawn morning. I pulled on fresh clothes and followed him and Barney in tiptoeing down the stairs. He paused in the kitchen to grab Barney’s leash, a thermos, and a small bag of food.
“Is that coffee?” I asked hopefully.
“Yep, and banana bread for first breakfast if you hurry.”
“First breakfast? As in, we’re having multiple? I’m in.” And also charmed. So very charmed by this scruffy surfer leading me into the dark yard. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” He headed to his car, Barney close behind, and I followed. We drove farther north, the sky gradually lightening as we zipped along.
“This is pretty.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” Chuckling, Merry fiddled with the stereo, putting on a playlist with easy island vibes.
“Should we have brought the boys?” Much as I liked this alone time, I didn’t want to leave them out.
“They’ve seen this spot before.” Merry waved his right hand as he drove on. “Dad’s taking them back out surfing, then we’re all meeting back up in Haleiwa for second breakfast. And maybe I wanted you all to myself for a little while.”
“Okay.” I preened in my seat, liking that declaration far more than I should have. “Thank you.”
“Are you always so willing to try new things, or is that more vacation mode?” he asked carefully.
“Hmm.” I gave the question the attention it deserved. “I’ve always been an optimist. And I’m a creature of habit, but I also enjoy spontaneity. The thing about theater is you give your all to a particular show for months at a time, then take a deep breath and tackle something new. And in the city, I’ll have a beloved takeout spot, but inevitably, a new place opens up, and suddenly, there is a new favorite. Also, living alone as an extrovert means being willing to try things out of necessity.”
“Well said.” Merry nodded. “I guess I’m more the habit type. Same breakfast foods, same island, same orders at my favorite spots. But I like how you seem to tackle everything with the gusto. Like now, considering you didn’t want to get up early.”