Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 117872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“I liked her story almost as much as an Axel Huxley tale,” he adds when he sits down with me to eat the spread he made.
“Oh! She had to do a podcast with that guy, and he drives her crazy,” I say, picking up my fork.
“Why? Is he a jackass? Oh man, please tell me he’s not a sexist pig. I don’t want to have to stop reading him,” Beck whines.
Shaking my head, I laugh. “Nah. He’s not like that. More like he thinks love is bullshit, and he hates romance. But, in her words, his voice is so stupidly sexy he makes it hard to focus on how much I want to hate him.”
Beck cracks up. “Sounds like she should write a hate-to-love romance about him.”
“I’ll pass on the tip,” I say, and once we finish eating and cleaning, we go to bed together.
When we’re under the covers, Beck turns to me again, a wry grin on his face. “So, that was a great date for me.”
“Me too. And it’s not even over.”
I slide down between his legs, draw his soft cock into my mouth, and then lick and suck for a few seconds till he grows harder, filling my mouth with his arousal and my senses with his sounds of pleasure.
“Mmm. Yes,” he moans, urging me on.
I indulge in him, giving him a luxurious blow job. His dick gets the whole damn treatment. I lick long stripes up and down his shaft. I kiss the head. I suck on his balls. I’m so turned on from getting him off that I’m rubbing against the mattress.
Then, I’m even more worked up when he grabs my head, ropes his fingers through my hair, and grunts for ages. The noise is long and carnal like he’s so lost in the moment.
Same for me. I’m obsessed with making him feel good.
Taking Beck apart in bed is such a high. He’s so daring after dark with me. But he’s daring during the light too. His gutsiness, even when it hurts, makes me want him more.
And I show him how much I want him with the way I touch and suck and kiss.
“Jay,” he moans. “I fucking love what you do to me.”
That makes me harder. Happier. I take him deep, lavishing all the attention in the world on his dick.
His fingers grip my skull. He thrusts his hips, pushing his cock farther down my throat. Bring it on. I don’t care if my throat is sore tomorrow. I want his pleasure. I crave his release.
“God, I can’t take it,” he mutters.
Then, he’s helpless to the pleasure, panting, writhing, and fucking my face with reckless abandon until he comes in an animalistic cry that trips my wires.
I swallow him down then, like I’m going for a record, I straddle his abs and fuck my fist till I’m coming all over his chest.
It’s an epic orgasm, but a joyful one too. Sex with Beck is both pure pleasure and pure joy. There are no games. He lets down his guard and lets me in. And I have no secrets from him.
I know the risks of falling harder for my rival. My head says to get the fuck out, but my heart pulls me in Beck’s direction.
I wouldn’t want to give him up, even if I knew how.
33
MY SECRET BOYFRIEND
Beck
If my brother were here, I’d ask him for advice. How do I handle a secret boyfriend?
He’d probably tell me not to have one, so I amend the question.
Am I doing enough to manage my anxiety?
I ask myself that question over the next few days—as I practice on Friday, as I help Portia fix a loose drawer in the kitchen on Saturday morning, and as I go to the team hotel that night.
Jason talked me off the panic ledge when I needed him to, but what if it happens again and he’s not around? I’ll have to step up for myself.
After dinner at the team hotel, I do some research online in my room. There are meds, and alternatives like hypnosis, biofeedback, maybe even therapy.
Good to know there are more options for me to consider.
Then, there’s this welcome nugget—get a good night’s sleep. Sounds like a great idea, and I’m about to turn off my phone when Carter texts me with a link to Jason’s Instagram feed and a note saying Make him eat crow!
I laugh—because Carter is soooo Carter—then hit play.
Jason stands on the Hawks’ football field, grinning into the camera. “Hey, there, Hawks fans. Just want to say we kicked ass last weekend in attendance because you are the best. And I know we’re going to beat that other team in the city—I can’t even remember their names, I’m sure you can’t either—in the attendance game. And if we don’t, then any of their players can come out to our field and gloat on my Instagram feed.”