Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“It’s frigid, baby.”
“Nuh-uh,” he insisted. “It’s hot.”
Because he’d just been outside, and it was July.
“Have you talked to Santiago and Sloan yet?” I muttered tiredly.
“Yes, I told them everything was great,” he responded. “Santiago said he’ll check in again later.”
Okay, good. We didn’t play with Sloan often anymore, so last night had been a nice reunion. And super intense, especially for Noa, who regressed at the mere sight of Santiago, this crazy-hot Daddy Dom who’d earned his nickname after living in Chile most of his life. His mom was from there or something, but his dad was American.
Santiago could almost make me forget about Lucian for five minutes. Almost.
A breath gusted out of me as Noa got settled between my legs and parted my butt cheeks.
“Ungh.” I’d never get tired of his ways. He couldn’t spell finesse or patience, but he made up for it in spades with his animalistic behavior. Controlled by his urges, he only ever had one goal in bed, and that was to chase the pleasure as quickly as possible, for both of us.
He went all in. He kissed me, licked me, fingered me, and made humming noises. I pushed back, craving more. Harder, bigger.
“You’re such a good little brother,” I groaned into the pillow. “You wanna fuck me hard?”
“Yes, please,” he whimpered. But he didn’t stop tongue-fucking me for longer than it took to utter those two words. “I love that both Sloan and Santiago took turns with you last night. You were so hot. You like their big cocks.”
I shivered and pushed myself up a little. I had to control his movements. With my knees on the mattress, and one elbow, I reached back and wove my fingers into his hair.
Noa wasn’t wrong, but unlike him, I was finding it more difficult to settle for something that was just temporary. I was sick of rubbers and Doms who went home at the end of a party.
I was becoming allergic to the word casual.
Have I done something to offend you, Cameron?
I rolled my eyes and pocketed my phone again. Noa would be out any minute, and I hoped to God he’d gotten the internship. I needed our lunch to be celebratory. If he brought good news, this day wasn’t going completely to shit.
It would also be nice if Noa agreed to make some changes in our relationship.
I folded my arms over my chest and took a step back on the sidewalk as a woman with a stroller and two dogs walked past.
No matter the outcome of Noa’s internship, I’d decided to cook his favorite meal for dinner. We’d been out so much lately that I wanted to spend the whole weekend in our apartment. Maybe we could finally binge-watch a couple shows we’d postponed. Then I could suggest we get a new kitchen table, to which he would snicker and tell me to do whatever I wanted.
Ever since I’d moved in with him, I’d opted for baby steps to make our home comfortable. He didn’t care one tiny bit about pictures on the walls or knickknacks, but he did care about the results of my changes. He’d told me he thought our place was much cozier these days. And there was space for a small table in the kitchenette, like one of those you could fold down like a Murphy bed.
His behavior never ceased to surprise me. Noa knew abandonment, he knew shaky ground, and he knew toxic environments. He was on edge every time he and I went to his mom’s for dinner. Their relationship was tense at best. So from where I was standing, he should jump at things that offered security and a sense of belonging.
Or maybe he’d really given up. He hadn’t mentioned KC in months.
I’d tested the waters as soon as Lucian had broken up with his douchebag loser of a boyfriend. I’d told Noa that perhaps it was time he join my community so we could attend Mclean events together. But he stood firm in that Mclean was KC’s territory.
I just…
I blew out a breath and wiped some perspiration off my neck.
Mclean was my territory too, and I wanted to be able to bring my boyfriend.
Was that weird? Or was I the idiot who should switch to Noa’s community? After all, Lucian’s recent changes didn’t mean anything to me anymore. For years, I’d wanted him to lose the manipulator and get with me instead, but I wasn’t sure I liked the new Lucian at all. He’d shown interest in me fairly quickly after his breakup—but only for casual sessions. He was dating a lot. He had two play partners in Noa’s community, for instance.
I was done playing around. Santiago and Sloan were okay, somewhat—they scratched an itch—but I had no desire for no strings. I wanted all the strings. All of them.