Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“No, people really do.” Thorne rose up on his elbow so he could look at Riley. “Wait, are you saying—”
“I know what you said about disappointing me or anyone else, but I want to cancel this damn wedding, run away to New York, and get married in Central Park.”
“But—”
“We can have everyone who really matters, Kathryn and Derek, Marc, Susan, maybe a few others come too. I found a company that does simple weddings; they provide most of what you need, and if you have less than twenty guests, you don’t even need a permit or a reservation.”
Thorne’s eyes widened. “You’re absolutely serious.”
“Yes, I told you yesterday, but you weren’t really listening.”
Thorne shook his head. “No, I wasn’t.”
“This wedding is for us. Will that make you happy? Because I think I’d love it.”
Thorne nodded. “Yes. I love it too.”
“Then let’s do it.”
“Can I be the one to fire Jenna? Please?”
Riley laughed. “Don’t be too hard on her. She means well.”
“She means to get you to spend a fuckload of money and time and make a fucking big deal of everything. How many of these ridiculous wedding supply companies pay her to represent them?”
“I think she really just loves big weddings.”
Thorne patted his head. “You’re so sweet.”
Riley glared at him.
Thorne pulled Riley to him. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know how I could think you’d sleep with Marc. I lost it. Everything I’d feared since I first fell for you came together in that moment, and I saw what it would be like for you to be with someone your age, and I hated it.”
“Thorne, I’m marrying you. I’m in love with you. I don’t want anyone else. No matter how much you balk at weddings, or act like you’re smarter than everyone around you, or—”
“I don’t do that.”
Riley stared at him until he gave in.
“Fine, okay.”
“I love you,” Riley said, caressing Thorne’s chest. “You. The man in here who is caring and gentle when he needs to be, demanding when he needs to be, the man I fell for. None of that has changed. This wedding got in the way of that, so it’s not right for us.”
“I don’t want you to regret not having it.”
“I won’t, and if you think we’re going to get out of having a big party to celebrate when we get home, you’re crazy. Between Kathryn, Susan, and Lauren we’ll end up with what amounts to a reception anyway.”
Thorne grimaced. “You’re so right.” A few seconds later his expression brightened. “I can’t wait to take you to this amazing donut shop in New York, and then there’s my favorite Italian place. I’m trying to remember how I found it. They don’t even have a sign.”
Riley kissed him, stopping the flow of words. “I’ll go anywhere with you.”
“Turn over,” Thorne said.
“So that’s where you want to go, huh?”
“Yes, it is. Exactly.”
Riley laughed as he rolled to his stomach. Thorne pushed the covers down and slapped his ass. “Up.”
Riley tucked his knees under him. Thorne positioned himself behind him, pulled his cheeks apart, and blew over his hole.
“Fuck!”
Thorne hummed and leaned in closer, tonguing Riley’s sensitive flesh.
Riley jerked. “Too much.”
“Hold still. I have more for you.”
“You—”
Riley’s ability to speak was cut off by Thorne pushing his tongue into his ass.
“Never remember how good this is.”
“Mmmm,” was all Thorne said as he tongue-fucked Riley relentlessly until his cock was so hard he was sure he’d lose his mind.
***
Thorne grabbed the lube, which Riley had left on the nightstand, and slicked his cock. Then he pushed into Riley and watched his bare cock disappear into Riley’s ass.
“Holy fuck, that’s good!”
“Fuck me,” Riley begged.
“No. I’ve got to go slow, or—”
“Thorne. Fucking fuck me now!”
Thorne slapped his ass. “Bossy.”
“You’re one to talk.”
He leaned over Riley and pinned his wrists. “Is this what you want?” He pulled out and drove in hard.
Riley cried out. “Yes!”
He gave Riley a few more slow strokes to tease him, but he quickly lost the ability to control anything. “I don’t know how you lasted at all. This is so…”
“It wasn’t easy.”
Riley pushed back, trying to take all of him. “Doesn’t have to last. Just need to feel you come. Remember how you needed that? Remember how it felt to have my cum dripping from your ass?”
“Fuck, Riley!” Thorne was right on the edge, and it hadn’t even been long since he’d come. “I’m too old to be this hard again.”
“You’re never going to be too old, not with me.”
“No. No, I don’t think I will.”
Thorne’s world narrowed to the grip of Riley’s ass and the scent and taste of him as he sucked Riley’s neck. The sounds Riley made—soft, desperate sounds—egged him on.
“So close. Riley, I want to feel you gripping my cock. Want you to come for me.”
Riley pulled his hand from under Thorne’s and started stroking himself.