Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
My eyes burned with tears, and my nose ran. The sensation of his thick cock wedged in my throat suddenly got me closer to my own release. I reached down with one hand and jacked myself off. The minute Tiller noticed, he did exactly what I’d been hoping for.
He screamed his orgasm loud enough to wake the dead which was definitely enough to wake my dick, too. I shot against the shower floor in spurts as I struggled to keep up with his load. With his head thrown back, all of his stomach muscles rippled under the beads of water clinging to his chest hair and happy trail. I ran my hands up the v of his abdomen and reveled at what an incredibly perfect body he had.
While I was still stunned from the experience, he leaned over and snaked his good arm under one of my armpits before pulling me up into a kiss. My legs were weak and wobbly, but he held me tightly.
“Why did I wait five years for this?” He spoke against my cheek as he rubbed his face against mine. “You’re so damned hot, so fucking sweet. I can’t get enough of you.”
My heart still thundered in my chest as I leaned against him and soaked in his words and this feeling. I felt invincible.
And I never wanted it to end.
“Stay with me tonight?” I asked hesitantly. I wasn’t sure what this was or what he was expecting. But I was afraid if we went our separate ways to our different bedrooms, the magic spell would be broken and this time-out-of-time experience with him would disappear forever.
His eyes met mine, and I thought I saw some of the same feelings swirling through his eyes. Maybe it was just wishful thinking.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’d like that.” Then he winked at me. “Or, as my… Mikey says, ‘Mm-hm. Yeah. Yep. Yes. I would like that. Please. Yes, please.’”
I pinched his nipple, hard. “Asshole,” I muttered.
We finished washing each other as quickly as we could, and then Tiller Raine followed me to my bed and curled his giant body around mine.
I slept like a baby until the doorbell woke us up.
11
Tiller
When the doorbell in my dream continued to ring, I finally somehow realized it was real life breaking through. I blinked an eye open and saw the pale, smooth skin of Mikey’s bare shoulder.
Memories from last night flashed through my head, making me hard instantly. I pushed my dick against Mikey’s leg without thinking about it. As he groaned and pushed back, I leaned in to kiss his shoulder.
“Stay asleep. Someone’s at the door,” I said quietly. “I’m going to check.”
“Stay here,” he mumbled sleepily. “With me.”
I kissed his messy hair and moved my lips down to kiss below his ear. “I’m coming right back. Keep my spot warm.”
When I got up, though, I quickly realized I didn’t have anything to put on. My cum-stained pajama pants were probably still in a puddle on the bathroom floor. I reached for the bath towel I’d discarded after the shower and wrapped it around my waist before moving out to the main part of the house. By now, a loud pounding had taken the place of the doorbell.
“Coming,” I called out. “Hold on.”
I approached the thick front doors with caution. My agent had put me through media training enough to know never to give strangers a money shot. I was currently standing there in nothing but a towel.
“Who is it?” I asked through the door.
“Stacy Clifton, the listing agent. I’m here for the ten-o’clock showing.”
What the hell?
“This is a rental property,” I said stupidly.
“I understand. Would you please open the door so I can explain?”
“Give me a minute to get dressed.” I raced to the master bedroom, thanking god and whoever else might be listening for not putting windows on either side of the big front doors. I threw on some jeans and a Rigger hoodie before sliding some thick socks on my feet. When I made it back to the front door, I took a deep breath before opening it.
An attractive, smartly dressed woman with an iPad in her arms stood next to an older couple. A silver Mercedes SUV sat parked behind my rental in the circular drive.
“Oh dear lord above,” the iPad lady said breathlessly, tucking errant wisps of blond hair behind her ear. “You’re Tiller Raine.”
I didn’t have my usual patience this morning since Mikey was naked in bed waiting for me. I didn’t want to miss the opportunity of helping him out with his morning wood.
“May I help you?” I asked.
“Yes, sorry. I’m Stacy… oh, I already said that. And I’m here to show the Civettis this property. I tried getting in touch with your assistant to let him know that we’d booked a showing, but he didn’t answer his phone.”