Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
I like being able to express that to him and not feeling self-conscious about wanting to bottom. His excitement becomes pretty prominent, so I reach for his dick and wrap my fingers around it. A groan of satisfaction escapes my lips. This guy will be my fucking husband? I never imagined such a thing, but now I feel like I hit the jackpot.
“Lost for words, big guy?” I squeeze his cock for good measure.
Road nods, sucking in his lower lip as I give him a slow stroke. “You definitely know how to keep me quiet,” he tells me, gaze intense as he pushes me up in the tub and then slides his middle finger inside his mouth. I’m so startled it takes me two seconds to realize he’s pulled off one of his silver rings with his teeth. It’s a thick band made out of segments reminiscent of a human spine.
My suspicions are confirmed when I spot a skull with two ruby eyes at the front. “It’s the best one I have right now,” he says, sliding the ring onto my finger.
I like that it isn’t dainty. Like Road. It’s also very like us that he’s putting a ring on me while my other hand is on his dick. I hope my flush can be attributed to the hot water we’re in.
I smirk at him. “It’s perfect. I remember you had it on when you punched me more than once. Now it’s mine.”
He laughs and presses his lips to mine, and while the kiss doesn’t last, it leaves me breathless with my need for him. “Well, I’m never punching you again, so you can have it this way, Blue Eyes.” A heartbeat passes. “Bed?”
I nod and let go of his dick. “Gimmie a second longer in here?” I pray he doesn’t ask why, because I’m not yet that comfortable with some of the details of sex with him, but he gives me a kiss and gets up, which brings his stiff dick very close to my face. It’s dripping water, and I dampen my lips as I see it swing out of reach when Road steps out of the water.
“I’ll be next door,” he says, placing his palm on my chest, and then he’s gone, closing the door behind him.
I love him so much. All of him. The brash side, the sexy side, the violent parts, and the unexpected layers of softness and compassion under all the muscle and tattoos.
Chapter 38
Road
I’m glad my sheets were changed while I was in the hospital. They feel crisp and smell nice as I roll the comforter down and sit on the bed, checking if everything looks all right for Clyde. The lube’s already on the bedside table, and my things are in order, so I lie on my back and digest each of the many things that have happened in the past twenty-four hours. It sure as hell feels like it’s been longer.
Even now, each second stretches while I wait to hear the door move, and the familiar, elegant footsteps. I’ve never been with anyone particularly classy, but Clyde? He has this dignity about him, and I want to deconstruct it with each forceful thrust.
Desire tickles my insides, and I absentmindedly stroke my cock while staring at the ceiling. I didn’t expect Clyde to ever find out what drove me to execute his older brother, but the fact that he knows, and that this secret won’t ever become a wedge between us again is pure relief.
Despite expecting him to be a normal person and condemn Roy’s actions, the extent of his rage came as a surprise. I don’t think Clyde knows Luna personally, not like me, who babysat her as I recovered from my injuries a long time ago when Prophet first brought me here. This compassion he has is what’s special about him. Sure, I appreciate he’s a hot guy, and the way he makes me feel, but this softness he has is what makes loving him so easy.
I scowl and cover my face at the realization that I haven’t told him of my feelings, letting his words just hang in the air while I got worked up about sex. I’m such a fucking idiot. Is that why he’s taking so long in the bathroom?
I hold my breath when he steps into the room, rubbing a towel over his head. I’ve seen him naked so many times by now, but the excitement never seems to pass. If anything, seeing him like this, with my ring on his finger, makes me even harder than when we were fumbling through our fuckbuddy stage.
He’s all mine now.
All taut muscle, a few bruises, and that skull inked on his shoulder. His dick is half-hard and on show without shame. I’d sell my soul for a sliver of attention from him, and here I am, wanted and invited into his body. I’m the luckiest fucker alive.