Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Good, because I would too,” he said, kissing my neck. “You came without your hands.”
“I did. Is that rare?”
“For bottoming, it can be, yes.”
“Well, that’s just how good you are,” I said. A couple of aftershocks rocked through me, causing me to shiver. I looked up at the dark ceiling, my body Jell-O. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, even if I tried.
“I thought it would hurt more,” I admitted.
“Not if you have someone who cares enough to make you feel good,” Xavier said. “And I care a lot about you. More than I care about almost anything in the world.”
“Really?”
“Swear it,” he said. “If it wasn’t immoral and wrong and psychotic, I’d consider locking you up in my horde and keeping you safe there for the rest of your life.”
“I mean, as long as you bring me food, water, and that meaty dick of yours, I think I’ll be fine.”
“Damn, you got it once, and now you can live off it. I love that.”
“I definitely think you just fucked nine lives into me. That’s how good that felt.”
Xavier gave a belly laugh at that. “At this rate, I expect you to live forever, then.”
I smiled as I rested my head on his shoulder. He traced invisible shapes on my arm. There was a renewed sense of calm and peace in the room.
“Wait,” I asked. “If you wanted, would you have been able to rewind time and experience that orgasm over again?”
“Who says I didn’t?” he asked, laughing.
“Did you?”
“No, I didn’t,” he said. “And I don’t think I’d even be able to use my powers now. I feel spent. Like I just ran the best marathon of my life.”
“Me too,” I said. “And I hate running.”
“Well, you reached the finish line, judging by all this,” Xavier said, running a finger through the cum on my chest. He reached past me, arm still looped around my head, and sucked his finger, smiling.
“Gah damn, you’re so hot,” I said, already feeling myself getting hard again.
“I think you’re hotter.”
That was likely a bunch of bullshit, but I liked it… and maybe it wasn’t? I think he did genuinely think that. For someone who didn’t exactly have the highest self-esteem around, it was nice to hear. Especially coming from someone as flawless as the naked man currently next to me.
“Come on,” he said, moving his arm from underneath me. “Let’s go shower and come back to bed.”
“Why are we going to shower?” I asked. I rolled over and onto his lap, my hands on his still-flushed chest. “We’re just going to get dirty again.”
“Oh, you’re naughty.”
“And still extremely horny.” I leaned down and kissed him, which quickly evolved into more. We didn’t get much sleep that night, but it didn’t matter. Who needed sleep when you were having the best night of your entire life?
Over and over and over again?
Chapter 28
Breakfast in Bed
Xavier
Bacon sizzled on the pan. Lily sat at my feet, bumping one of her horns into the side of my leg. She looked up at me with those permanent puppy-dog eyes of hers. I couldn’t resist. I grabbed an already cooked piece of bacon and gave it to her, nearly losing a finger in the process.
“Don’t tell Caleb or Madds,” I said. She scarfed the greasy piece of meat down in one bite. Her tail wagged as she sat back down and reloaded her puppy gaze.
“Nope, I’m not going to keep falling for it.”
As if she understood, she gave him another bump with her horn and stood, sauntering over to the column of morning sunlight that streamed in from the skylight. Bambi had already claimed her piece of the warmth, but our favorite saber-kitty didn’t mind sharing. Lily curled up next to her, the two of them closing their eyes in bliss as they kept me company in the kitchen.
Footsteps sounded from the hall. My little brother entered, holding a book in one hand and his phone in the other. “Making breakfast for everyone?” Warrick asked. He sat down at the small kitchenette table set against the smooth red stone wall.
“There’ll be enough, yeah. Want any eggs, or you good with toast and bacon?”
“Toast and bacon is perf, thanks.”
“What are you reading?” I asked as I turned down the heat before transferring the last slices of bacon onto a large plate.
“Just this new dark romance series I found. Lots of kissing and sleeping together with a dash of stabbing. Not each other. At least not yet.”
I chuckled, bringing over a plate of bacon and fresh toast for my brother. I set it on the table. The potted fern next to him appeared to tilt in his direction, as if it were stretching for a couple of rays of fresh sunlight. “Is it good?”
“Yeah, very. Helps keep my mind off everything.” He took a crunchy bite of the toast. “I’m supposed to be finding out if I got accepted to Wynwood Academy in a couple of days.”