Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Whatever.” Julian turned away from me as the guy returned and asked him to dance to whatever country song he punched into the rotation.
I watched numbly as they made their way to the floor and the guy encircled Julian in his arms. I noticed Julian tense at first, and then…then he just gave in to it. They danced and talked and flirted, and I felt like I might puke. What was I thinking, bringing him here?
Thankfully my phone buzzing with a return text from Zee distracted me.
I’ll be back in town for longer next month. Catch up with a beer?
Deal.
During the second song, Julian whispered something in the guy’s ear, and the guy motioned toward the hallway where the restrooms were located. Julian didn’t even look at me as he strode in that direction. I stood up, my feet propelling me to follow him.
When I gained on him, I reached for his wrist, spun him around, then crowded him against the wall.
“What the hell?” he asked, but there was no bite in his question, only…surprise mixed with bald need. That same need I’d spotted in him before. The one that probably matched my own.
“Thought I could stomach it. Guess I was wrong.” My pulse thrashed in my veins as I stared into his eyes, pleading with him to understand my internal struggle.
“Stomach what?” His trembling fingers dug roughly into my waist.
I screwed my eyes shut as I told him the truth. “Seein’ you with someone else.”
He drew back and stared accusingly. “You brought me here to hook up with a warm body, but you really want me for yourself?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
He gritted his teeth. “This is fucked up.”
“It is,” I murmured, slanting my forehead against his.
His scent, his warmth, and his shallow breaths enveloped me, and there was no place in the world I’d have rather been right then.
I half expected him to push me off because I deserved it, but he didn’t.
“It’s just you and me.” Julian clutched the back of my shirt with a firm grip. “We’re away from the farm, and we want each other. I don’t see the problem.”
That broke the dam inside me. I looked behind him to the ladies’ room, and having taken stock of the patrons in the bar earlier, I knew nobody would be using it anytime soon. I pushed open the door and pulled him inside.
With one hand I bolted the door, and with the other I prodded him toward the sink. I reached for his waist and glanced in the mirror over his shoulder. “Do you see how fuckin’ hot you are?”
“I see how hot you are, standing behind me.”
When I looked at my reflection in the dank space, all I saw was mussed-up hair and so much longing in my eyes that it freaked me out.
“We’re away from the farm, and we want each other.”
I briefly wondered if I’d made the wrong decision, but then I felt him shiver, and all other thoughts left my brain.
In the mirror, he watched as my knuckles brushed against the stubble on his jaw. His lips parted in a silent gasp as my hand encircled his throat, his gaze growing hungrier, which made my cock swell in response.
“Tell me you want this,” I growled in his ear as my other hand dragged across his front to his zipper. He moaned and swayed, and that was all the response I needed.
“Pull yourself out,” I said as my lips nuzzled his hairline.
He unbuttoned and unzipped, then pushed his jeans and underwear halfway down his ass so that his crease was partially on display. I growled at the visual as I released his throat, then batted his hand away from the front of his pants. Mine.
At least for tonight.
I wrapped my palm around his cock, which was warm and thick and velvety smooth. When I stroked him from root to tip, his knees nearly buckled, so I encircled his waist, pinning him to me. “I got you.”
I swiped my thumb through his slit, then lifted my thumb to get a taste of his salty precome. Hot damn.
“Please,” he moaned, watching me in the mirror. “Please touch me. I need it.”
He gasped as I drove my shaft against his ass, seeking friction. His lips were trembling, his eyes heavy with lust. Julian was falling apart right in front of me, and it made me want to please him more.
I reached for his cock, then stroked upward while simultaneously binding my fingers around his neck and applying light pressure.
“Yesss.” His chest rumbled, his breaths growing reedier as I jerked him with a tight fist. He seemed right on the edge, but I didn’t want it to end. Not yet. My hand left his throat and trailed down the knobs of his spine. I lifted the back of his shirt, forcing his elbows to the sink.