Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Don’t swallow it yet,” I murmur, rubbing the tip through my mess on his tongue. “I bet you’re so goddamn thirsty for it.”
He nods, a pleading moan coming from him. I use my dick to push the cum toward the back of his throat. I’m thrilled when he keeps it there, waiting for more orders. He may not be a little twink, but fuck does he obey me like one.
“Swallow, beautiful.” I stroke my fingers through his hair as he wraps his lips around my dick and sucks off the remnants of my release before swallowing. “I wish I could keep you tied up forever.”
His eyes meet mine, filled with such longing, I’m nearly knocked off my feet.
Don’t go there.
Not again.
Breaking his stare, I step away and quickly pull my pants up. Once I’m dressed again, I tug him to his feet and see to it that he’s sorted too. We’re both quiet as I take care of him. Finally, I grab his keys and locate the one to the cuffs. The moment I have him freed, he pushes me against the wall, his lips crashing to mine.
I forget about distance.
I forget about keeping my heart out of the equation.
I forget because he distracts me with his all-consuming kiss.
“Dante,” he murmurs, pulling away to lock eyes with me. “You’re going to destroy me. I can feel it.”
I laugh, as though he’s joking, but we both know he’s not.
And I feel the same way.
Jaxson Bell has the power to hurt me.
I’m the idiot who’s going to let him.
I’m a creep.
Jax is on his way to a birthday party. I know this because I’m stalking his Facebook account. I’ve already combed through all of his pictures. His other two brothers look just like him, especially Maxton. Everyone in town loves their sheriff. I might have even saved a picture of him on the beach from the previous summer.
Fuck.
This is a problem.
He’s my fuck buddy. Not this.
It reminds me of my past way too much. Of another time when I was obsessed over a guy. I can’t afford to let that happen again. Last time nearly broke me.
Jaxson Bell has that power. I’ve practically gifted it to him. It’ll do me some good to put distance between us.
But earlier today? The way he’d submitted to my filthy role playing game?
So damn tempting.
I scrub my palm down over my face and let out a heavy sigh. My thoughts drift from Jax’s glorious abs to the motherfucker who vandalized my property. It’s unnerving and annoying as fuck. Since thinking about that shit pisses me off, I happily go back to stalking Jax.
I’m scrolling, minding my own business—well, Jax’s if I’m honest with myself—when I scroll past suggested friends. I stop, overwhelmed with gutting feelings.
Toby McAdams.
His profile picture is one I took of him. Sunglasses cover his eyes and his smile is wide as he holds a steaming cup of coffee. It wasn’t but fifteen minutes later, I’d popped the question. He said yes and I began planning a life to marry the man of my dreams.
But it all soured so quickly.
Bitterness roils in my gut, but I can’t stop myself from clicking on his profile. His account isn’t locked down. I’m free to see his relationship status.
Engaged.
At first I think he’s never changed it from when we were together. However, after skimming through some pictures, I realize he’s engaged to another man. The man is a suit like myself—tall, dark, and handsome.
What was wrong with me?
I swallow down the pain that’s threatening to suffocate me. It’d be best if I closed out of Facebook and checked on Zak and Callan to see if they want to grab a bite to eat. Instead, I’m stupidly grabbing for my phone and dialing the number I never had the heart to delete even when he so easily erased me from his life.
“Hello?”
His soft voice is a punch to the gut. I can’t bring myself to reply.
“Dante?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, remembering how devastated I was when he broke it off. How I begged him to reconsider. Told him I’d get counseling or work out more or make more money. Whatever it was he didn’t like about me anymore, I could fix it. I just knew I could.
He said it wasn’t my fault.
It was his.
The love we once had faded into nothing.
For him.
For me, I still loved him with every ounce of my being.
“Hold on,” Toby whispers. “I’m going to the other room.”
A door clicks shut. I can imagine him already in his comfy lounge pants, his reading glasses perched on his nose, and a book tucked under his arm.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I sniffle. I fucking sniffle.
“Hey, Dante boo,” he croons. “It’s okay. Don’t cry.”
This isn’t me. I’ve moved past this.
It’s all Jax’s fault for softening my heart again.