Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“No such thing.”
He raised his arm from my hip and wrapped it around my throat, pulling gently, guiding me back until I was upright.
I turned to see him, his face red and dripping with sweat as he panted. I wanted his lips again, but they were inches from my face.
He needed to lean closer to me to give me what I needed, and he moved closer but stopped short.
“God, you fucking bastard,” I told him. “You know what I want.”
He continued pushing inside me as he jerked me off, withholding that one thing I knew would take me over the edge.
“Beg me for it.”
“Please, Ethan. I need it so fucking bad.”
He licked his lips before moving a little closer. I struggled to reach him, but I still couldn’t, and he smiled, enjoying the tease just for another moment before slamming his lips against mine.
“Ethan, I’m gonna…” I warned between a kiss.
“Me too,” he said, his breath rushing against my face.
Hearing those words, knowing he was so close, was like a trigger that had my come shooting out across the mattress.
He grunted, his body quaking in a way that let me know he was releasing inside me.
He panted for a moment, and I grabbed the back of his head, forcing his lips against mine. Just where I needed them to be.
He wrapped his arms around me, keeping me close. And as he fell from the high and our lips finally parted, we panted together.
He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine, reminding me of just how easily he could have let me kiss him if he’d wanted, making me smile at the fun of how he’d tortured me…withheld that from me until just the right moment.
As he pulled away briefly, a drop of sweat landed on my forehead.
I felt so deeply satisfied, and as he opened his eyes, he glanced around uneasily.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Is that what it feels like to have sex with a boyfriend?”
I chuckled. “I guess so.”
“I’ve never done this boyfriend thing, but I’m pretty sure I’m gonna be damn good at it.”
My chuckle turned into a laugh.
“Why doesn’t this surprise me? But seriously, it’s going to be a big change. Neither of us have done this relationship thing before. Could be a lot more difficult than we realize.”
“I’ve never shied away from something because it’s difficult. What about you, Mr. Wright? Are you up for the challenge?”
I couldn’t believe we were lying in bed, talking about taking things to the next level. I had every reason to hesitate—to feel nervous or worried—but looking into Ethan’s eyes soothed any concern I had, and all I could say was, “I’m more than up for it. And hell, someone has to be around to show you you’re not the only one who can be good at this relationship shit.”
He beamed before leaning down and stealing another kiss, claiming my mouth with his tongue. He put his hand to my face, holding me close—not hiding how much he wanted me or how much he wanted to be here in that moment. This boyfriend thing was going to be very new for both of us, but I was eager to see where it took us.
“Speaking of which,” I said between kisses, “we should talk about getting tested.”
“Huh?”
“I mean, if we’re going to do the boyfriend thing, we should at least get the added perks of being exclusive, right?” I asked, and his eyes widened as though I’d just opened his mind to a whole new world that we could explore together.
“I like this boyfriend thing a lot,” he said, making me laugh again.
27
Ethan
I was losing my mind.
The thing was, I liked it.
It had been a month since I’d officially become a boyfriend. A month of fucking and laughing and challenging each other every chance we got. A month of meals together and conversations, and another day where his parents randomly showed up at his condo doing the whole family thing again.
There was a part of me that still tensed up, tried to pull away and put those walls up between us, but just as he had from the beginning, Sean always found a way to tear them down. He always found a way to reel me in and make me feel good. Make me feel like I was a part of something.
But most of the time? Most of the time I didn’t even freak out, which was why I was pretty sure I was losing my mind because this wasn’t me. This wasn’t Ethan Harris.
Post-Sean Ethan Harris had somehow become a different man. The kind of man who was a boyfriend for the first time. The kind of man who had a boyfriend for the first time.
Fucking crazy.
But hey, at least I was good at it. If the way Sean smiled at me and looked at me and writhed against me when we were fucking said anything, he thought I was damn good at this boyfriend thing too.