Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Wait. Really? You thought about that? That’s kinda hot. I mean, no! No carrying me.”
We hurry up the stairs, our hands clasped together. “Totally carrying you now. You think it’s hot. It’s okay to think shit like that is sexy, cutie. Remember we’re having all the sex. By the time June comes around, there’s not going to be a damn thing we haven’t done.”
I wonder if we’ll ever hook up after June. Considering we’re friends now, it’s a possibility.
“Yes. Please. That. Lots and lots of sex.”
I snicker as we go into my room, then swat his ass. “You’re so fucking cute.”
“You’re so fucking hot.”
This time, it’s my mouth hanging open because I really like hearing that from Hayes. I’ve been called hot by a lot of people, but it warms my chest to a whole new level hearing it from him.
“What? You know you’re hot.”
“Yes, but I didn’t know you knew it,” I tease.
“Oh my God.” He rolls his eyes, and I grab him, pulling him to me. “Wait,” he adds. “Can I go into the bathroom and freshen up? You know…it’s been a day.”
“Of course. Anything you might need will be in the cabinet or under the sink. I’ll be in bed, playing with my big cock and waiting for you.”
“Okay, I never should have told you it’s big.”
“Cutie.” I wink. “We both know it is.”
He shakes his head, but he’s smiling all the way to the bathroom. When he closes the door behind him, I realize I am too.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Hayes
I stare at myself in the mirror after I finish getting ready for Rylan. I’m naked, so I can see my soft belly, the fact that I don’t have the same type of muscles he does, and I can’t help wondering what in the hell he’s doing with me and why he seems to want me so damn much.
Not that having a soft belly is a reason not to want someone. It’s totally hot and sexy and real. I don’t have an issue with my body. I just have an issue with myself, and considering I’m naked, that’s what I’m focusing on right now.
But Rylan seems to really like having sex with me, and I really like having sex with him. And while we’ve clearly both enjoyed the things we’ve done together so far, this feels different. Is it because I can’t put my finger on how this is…more, or is it because I don’t want to think about what that means? The last thing I want to consider is that I’m allowing myself to feel too close to him. It’s unlike me to share the way I did tonight. We’re friends who fuck, I remind myself. That’s it and that’s all I want, which brings me back to the current situation.
What if I’m a really bad bottom and that’s why the sex with Malcolm or the other times I had it were so mediocre? Or what if Rylan wants me to top at some point too? He’s made it clear he’s vers, likes ass play, and he’s mentioned flip fucking, but I’m not sure I’m ready for that. I’ve never topped. I want to try at some point, but I’m really worried about being shit at it.
“You can do this,” I tell myself in the mirror. “You have a great ass. Rylan thinks you have magic cum. You’re his sex good-luck charm. You’re going to be the best goddamned bottom he’s ever had.”
Oh God. Please don’t let him have heard me.
I open the door and peek out. Rylan is naked on the bed, legs spread, cock still hard, leaning against the headboard and stroking himself.
There’s a strong possibility I’m drooling. He’s like a god, an Adonis, all hard muscles, golden skin, a stupidly big cock, and smiling. Why is he always smiling? Rylan is maybe one of the happiest people I’ve ever met. I wish I knew how to be that way.
“Jesus. Look at you. Come here and let me touch you, cutie.”
Goose bumps pebble my skin. The thick hunger in his voice sounds so damn real. I have no reason to suspect it’s not, but it’s impossible to flip a switch in my brain and turn off a lifetime of not being wanted. And the one time I thought I was, it was nothing but a lie.
I force my feet to move, afraid I look like a penguin instead of someone a guy would want to stick his dick into. I climb onto the bed, and Rylan takes my wrist, tugging me until I’m straddling him.
“Are you good? If you changed your mind, that’s okay.” He brushes my cheek with the back of his hand, and I remind myself that this is just how Rylan is. He would be treating any guy he’s with like this. It doesn’t mean anything more.