Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 115468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Gage pulled himself up, undressing in a flash and then pulling my shorts and underwear off. “This time’s gonna have to be quick,” he said. “We’ll go slower next time.”
“Condom,” I said, glad I was still working with at least a few brain cells. He looked momentarily confused, then slightly panicked, before he rushed from the room, and seconds later returned, holding up a condom. I breathed out a sigh of relief as he stretched it over his impressive erection.
I watched him as he came over me, his body so incredibly drool-worthy I could hardly believe this was real. “Thank God you’re not my brother.”
He laughed. “Not even a distant relative.”
“That’s good too.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “That’s very good. You know what else is good?”
“What?”
“This.” He pressed himself forward, taking his swollen cock in his hand and circling it on my clit.
“Ohhh,” I breathed, tingles tightening my belly. “Please, Gage.”
“Shh,” he said, teasing me the way I’d teased him. I smiled, but my smile turned into a sob of pleasure as his mouth clamped over my nipple and he took in a long suck just as he plunged into my body.
For a breathless moment, he was completely still, our heartbeats thundering together. Then he raised his head and stared into my eyes, his hazy with lust before he started to move. “Canary blue,” he murmured. My eyes drifted shut as I clutched the comforter beneath my palms, shifting my hips so that he could sink in as deep as possible.
“I don’t think I could have lived without experiencing you again,” he said as he plunged in and then pulled out again.
“You might have had to,” I said. “If things had been different. But they’re not.” They’re not.
“You make me want to break all the rules, Rory.” He sped up, sweat glistening on his skin, his back growing slick as I ran my fingernails up and down, delighting in the feel of his sleek muscles working beneath his flesh.
“There are no rules. We’re off the hook,” I said, pleasure spiraling, thoughts clouding. Ninety-nine point nine nine nine percent. What a beautiful number.
“There are. There are rules upon rules. Layers of rules.” The final word gusted out and turned into a groan as his movements grew jerky and inelegant. His mouth returned to mine and we kissed for several more thrusts before I was hurled into the stratosphere, breaking from his mouth and pressing my head back into the pillow as bliss washed over me in waves, my muscles seizing and contracting again and again.
“Oh Rory, oh God,” he groaned as he pressed into me, circling his hips as he panted against my neck.
We breathed together as the stars that had sparkled around me, and through me, faded away, leaving a deep satisfaction that made me feel somehow heavy and lighter than air. I sighed, and Gage turned his head, nuzzling his nose into my neck. “You smell like heaven,” he said. He slipped out of me and rolled away, taking me with him so that we lay facing each other, our faces mere inches away. He kissed me lightly. “You taste like heaven.” He smiled against my lips. “And you feel like heaven.”
I smiled, feeling happy and sleepy and warm as his lips trailed down my jaw.
“Cymbals clash and cymbals bang…” he murmured. I laughed, and I felt him grin against the base of my neck. “Now you understand the metaphor, don’t you?”
I breathed out another laugh. “I do. I get it now. It’s brilliant.”
Gage smiled again and then twisted, reaching behind him and grabbing the comforter that had ended up halfway on the floor and brought it up and over us so that we were in a two-person cocoon. We snuggled for a few minutes, hands moving lightly over skin, tracing, discovering small nooks and crannies, some of which made the other laugh, and some that elicited a sigh. “What are the layers of rules?” I whispered, my mind reliving every moment since we’d collided on that roof overlooking the sunset.
“Hmm?”
“You said there are layers upon layers of rules. What are they?”
He looked slightly confused before he let out a long exhale. “I said that, did I?” He paused, seeming a little troubled even as his eyes were soft. “You seem to find a way to remove all my barriers.”
What did that mean? That he said things during sex that he didn’t necessarily mean to say? “Sex can do that,” I said with a tilt of my lips.
He let out a short laugh. “Not sex. You.” His leaned in and kissed one eyelid and then the other. “Canary blue,” he murmured again. He pulled me closer so that my ear was right against his chest. I listened to the drum of his heart for a few minutes, lulled by the steady rhythm, that sleepiness taking over as my eyes drifted closed. I could feel the slow gust of his breath and the way his muscles loosened as he fell asleep.