Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“You look so cut up over that too.”
“So, so sad for you.”
“I’d believe that more if you weren’t grinning from ear to ear.”
“Do you believe in destiny?” Trav says, and it throws me so much because this big, scary tank of a man asking about destiny is a little too much.
“Don’t we need another round for that kind of question?”
“The game is bullshit, and you know it. I can beat you every day of the week and twice on Sundays. Answer the question.”
I’ve always been a firm believer in making our own destiny, but why does admitting that feel like I’m walking into a trap? “What, you think destiny made my boss dirty, convinced Hale to tell me about the drop, killed that kid, just so you and I could be brought together and forced to spend time getting naked with each other?”
“Well, not when you put it like that. But maybe, just maybe, you found out your boss was dirty at the right time. You can’t tell me this is the first time he’s done something shady, but it is the first time you’ve witnessed it.”
“That’s statistics. Not fate or some higher power at work.”
“Then with your argument, are you saying you really couldn’t have run to any of your teammates? Why come to me? Maybe you’re the one who set this all in motion, and therefore, you’re the reason this is happening between us now.”
Hmm, nope, don’t like that theory either. “Well, at least in that scenario, I have autonomy over my life. Even if it does make me sound like I was looking for any excuse to get close to you.”
Trav holds his heart. “Aww, boo. You make me all mushy inside.”
“Why are you the way that you are?”
Trav waves his hand in a circle while bowing, and something has changed between us. Because if he’d done that gesture a week ago after I insulted him, it would have pissed me off.
Now?
Ugh. How is that irresistible?
Maybe he is right. Maybe all that wasted energy fighting my attraction to him finally got to me, and my inner self put all of this in motion.
“I think you broke me.”
Trav screws up his nose. “I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or an insult.”
I laugh. “Honestly, neither can I.”
“How did I break you?”
Instead of telling him, I stand and show him.
His warm brown gaze drops to my hard cock. “Mm, seems to me like you’re not broken at all.”
I approach him slowly, loving the way he shifts uncomfortably in his seat as the bulge in his boxer briefs grows while he can’t take his eyes off my dick.
“That’s not what I mean by broken.” I stand in front of him and reach for my aching cock to give it a stroke. “I’m broken because I can no longer deny that you’re every bit as irresistible as you think you are.”
Trav leans back. “Why don’t you come here and show me how you can’t resist me.” He pats his leg.
I throw my leg over him, wrap my hand around the back of his neck, and straddle him, suddenly no longer worried about the neighbors seeing. My priority is getting off.
“Fuck,” I say as Trav wraps his beefy fist around my hard shaft.
“You know what would be awesome?” Trav rasps.
I breathe in deep and lower my forehead to his while my hips push forward. The grip Trav has on my cock is tight, and his hands are so big, it’s like his fingers surround all of me. “Coming?” I grit out. “Coming would be awesome, and I don’t even think it will take much to get me there.”
“Coming was part of the equation. The other part was that I want you to come on my chest. Don’t hold back. I want you to mark my skin and then clean it off with your tongue, and then when you’re done, I want you to kiss me until all I can taste is your cum.”
My ass clenches, and the muscles in my legs tighten as I fuck into his fist. This basic outdoor chair is holding us for now, but I don’t even care if we break it.
That filthy mouth of his, what he’s asking me to do …
He dips his head and closes his mouth over my neck, sucking hard.
The shock and pleasure fly out of me as a groan, and I don’t know how this man knows which of my buttons to push, what to say to get me to the edge, or how he can do it so damn quickly, but the next thing I know, he’s milking my cock, and I’m coming all over his skin, just like he wanted.
With his free hand, he pulls me close, embracing me through my release while I shudder through the shocks of pleasure racking my body.