Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Can we get off?” he asked with a pleading note in his voice. “I wanna touch you.”
Like I could fucking resist.
I nodded and kissed him once more before I eased back on my heels.
Christ. My heart was pounding.
Joel sat up and swiftly hauled his tee over his head, only for him to lean back again and unbutton his shorts. The guy was impatient.
I glanced around us, just to make sure we were really alone, and then I shed my tee as well.
“Um, I wanna see you,” he said. “Like, how you stroke yourself.”
I lifted my brows.
He grinned sheepishly. “Please? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked off to…you know.”
No, I didn’t know, and now I wanted to.
“Tell me.” I unzipped my jeans and waited.
He bit his lip, his stare flicking between my crotch and my face. “Okay. Fine. I have this fantasy where I accidentally catch you in the shower, and you’re so close to coming. And you look at me—yeah, kinda like that—and you tell me to come closer and suck you off.”
Jesus fuck. My mouth went dry at those images. Joel on his knees for me in the shower? If that was something he wanted to explore, I could probably make time.
“Any time you wanna try that, call me.” I pushed down my jeans and boxer briefs just enough so I could pull out my cock.
I stroked myself slowly, and he couldn’t seem to look away. He did stick his hand down his own boxers, though. “How about Friday? Mom’s working late.”
God—was I gonna be that guy again? Who snuck in to someone’s house to—never mind. Yes. Yes, I was.
“After tonight, I owe you a dinner. I’ll bring pizza.”
He grinned, and it was fucking adorable. “Okay.”
I eased forward again, planting a hand in the sand next to his head, and I dipped down and kissed him.
He shivered and swallowed, the moment turning serious. “Look. We have two weeks till you ship out. Can we just get together a million times and go nuts on each other? No pun intended.”
I chuckled.
“I know you’re not interested in relationships and shit like that,” he said. “It’s not on my radar either—trust me. But you’re so fucking hot that—”
I cut him off with a hard kiss. He’d said all I needed to hear. Two weeks—yeah, definitely. Two weeks of going through however many firsts he wanted to experience. And hopefully more than a few blow jobs. My mouth watered at the mere thought of swallowing him down.
Sign me up.
Chapter Five
Navojoa offered a little bit of everything, from paved roads and cars to dirt roads and horses. A bustling city in a smaller format—and currently ninety-five degrees.
Hoping against hope that we’d be picked up earlier by Vincente’s men, Joel and I had arrived at the exact coordinates by lunch. It was a café at the end of a dirt road, and the ceiling fans did absolutely nothing above us on the boardwalk slash seating area. But at least we weren’t in the sun. Ironically, the store right next door sold fans. I just might buy one of those handheld things that Blake liked to run around with in the summers. Hers had a spray bottle too.
I adjusted my new sunglasses and surveyed the people across the street. They had a similar strip of stores, with two outdoor seating areas. Café, burger joint, bodega—offering the best fake Ray-Bans a man could buy—a cell phone repair shop, and a bait shop.
One-story buildings with flat roofs on both sides of the road. Small park nearby. Vincente’s men could appear from anywhere, not to mention watch us from countless angles.
“Who’s the single R in the group chat?” Joel asked.
“Ramirez,” I replied. “Ryan is RQ.”
They’d joined this morning.
“I think Darius is the only one who knows Ramirez’s first name,” I said.
Joel nodded absently, scrolling away on his phone.
I was extremely tempted to ask for a smoke. I hadn’t caved yet.
He had. Possibly because I’d been a fucking asshole last night.
I was working on an apology. I just… It went against my nature these days to be civil to Joel. Even more so to be nice. Or fair. Or whatever. Soon as I saw his face, I immediately wanted to hurt him.
Every now and then, I wanted to hurt myself too—for caring so goddamn much. It wasn’t like he’d fucking cheated on me. We’d never been together. He’d never made a promise to me. And yet…
Joel and I had a sideline story that had impacted me more than I was willing to admit, and it terrified me to think I might still—
“We might have activity on the roof directly above us,” Joel said quietly, not looking away from his phone. Or so it appeared. He’d bought shades too.
“How do you know?”
“The man in the red car across the road—at your two o’clock—is looking upward.”