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)
Thorne grabbed his hands and held them tight when he tried to pull away.
“I want you forever. I just want to take you away and enjoy you, enjoy us. I don’t need to make a big fuss about the ceremony.”
“I…” Riley swallowed hard and looked away. “What about what I want?”
Thorne’s heart pounded. He’d been so sure Riley would be thrilled to take a trip, to be on their own, to get Thorne out of the office. He had no idea that having a traditional wedding mattered so much to Riley.
Don’t be stubborn on this. Give him the biggest, most amazing wedding ever, no matter how much you’d rather run away.
He took a long slow breath. “Tell me.”
“What?”
“Come sit down and tell me exactly what you want.” Thorne released his hands and walked to the couch, praying Riley would join him.
Eventually Riley sat, but he didn’t look at Thorne. He looked at the painting Thorne had bought for him when Riley was still Dash, still an employee. That night things had fallen apart for them, and he’d thought Riley would never be his because he was too afraid to ask him, to let him know that he was so much more than a hired fuck. Don’t screw up like that again.
“Promise you won’t laugh,” Riley said.
Thorne took Riley’s chin in his hand and turned Riley to face him. “I would never laugh at you. No matter how differently we envisioned this. I might wish you agreed with me, sure, but make fun of you? Riley, what would make you think I would do that?”
“I don’t know. It’s just… What I want sounds so cheesy and…”
“Riley, it’s you and what you want. That’s all I need for it to be valid.”
And I’ll give you anything, do anything, because you are worth it.
“I want to wear a tux and have beautiful flowers all around and all our friends there and a big reception with the best food and dancing and…”
Holy fuck. Riley’s eyes lit up, and he looked so young—painfully young—while Thorne was being an old curmudgeon. How could he say no?
“And I want it at Christmas.”
Oh, wow. Christmas plus a wedding? As if Christmas wasn’t busy and stressful enough. “This really matters to you, doesn’t it?”
“It sounds so stupid when I say it. Your idea makes a lot more sense, because you’re right, it takes a lot of time and—”
“We can hire someone to plan it all.”
“Wait—”
Thorne didn’t let him finish. “Riley, this isn’t what I’d choose, but we’ll go on a trip for our honeymoon, and we can travel anytime, so—”
“Really? You’re okay with it, with all of it?”
Please don’t let it be as bad as I think it will. “Yes.”
“I love you, Thorne.” Riley’s lips parted. His eyes were bright, and he looked like temptation itself. “Tell me what you want.”
“You’re not talking about the wedding, are you?”
“No, I’m talking about right now. What do you want?”
He looked at Riley playing the role of a soft innocent, a pleaser, and it turned him the fuck on.
He leaned back against the sofa, unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, and stroked it. “I want you on your knees, sucking my cock. Then I want to bend you over and restrain you while I fuck you until you beg me for more, until you’re crying out, losing your fucking mind, until I own you.”
Riley’s chest rose and fell rapidly, and he licked his lips. “I remember when you used to pretend you didn’t know how to do that.”
“What? Nearly make you come by talking to you?”
Riley grinned. “Yes, that. You’re a damn fine learner.”
“Yes, I am.”
Riley slid off the couch and knelt between Thorne’s open legs, the movement fluid, graceful, alluring perfection.
Thorne slid his hands into Riley’s hair and massaged his scalp as Riley ran his tongue along Thorne’s cock. He sucked just the head at first and then sank down, using his teeth ever so lightly, teasing, making Thorne brace for pain that never came. Then he swallowed Thorne deep, sucking hard until Thorne’s vision darkened.
“Jesus Christ, how do you do that?”
“Talent,” Riley whispered as he pulled back and teased the slit.
“More,” Thorne demanded.
“Relax and let me do this.” Riley took his hands and placed them on the couch on either side of his legs.
“I thought I was in charge,” Thorne said.
“I thought you wanted me to give you the best I’ve got.”
“I…”
Riley wrapped one hand around the base of Thorne’s cock and cupped his balls with the other, fondling each one in turn. Thorne sucked in his breath and tried to speak again. “I—”
“Shut up and feel.”
Riley took him all the way down again, swallowing around his length, so hot and wet. “Oh my fucking God, that’s good.”
“Mmm,” Riley hummed, the sound vibrating around Thorne’s shaft.
Riley looked up at him, and Thorne groaned. He was so fucking beautiful. How had he gotten this lucky? A few moments later he knew he had to stop, or he wasn’t going to be able to. “Bedroom. Now.”