Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“You like it,” he replies and yeah, maybe I do.
We close the door and Hayden asks, “You hungry? I can make you something.”
“I don’t want food,” I answer honestly. Desire blazes in his eyes, but before he reaches for me, I add, “Before you do this, I gotta warn you, we might have a problem here.”
Hayden stops, his brows pulling together. “What is it?”
“Remember when I said I have a crush on you?”
He nods.
“Well, I don’t anymore. Looks like I’ve gone and fallen in love with you.”
35
Hayden
Fallen in love with me?
A calm sensation sweeps through me. I think because it’s comforting knowing his feelings match mine.
I didn’t even know how much I was missing him until I lost him.
“That’s not a problem,” I tell him, moving toward him and crushing my lips against his.
I forgot how good it felt to taste his mouth. To have his warm flesh against mine, but now that I have it again, I don’t want to let it go for even a moment more.
I push him back to the door.
I grab the zipper on his jacket and pull it down before he slides it off and lets it fall to the floor.
Moving my fingers under the hem of his shirt, I enjoy the sensation of his body against my fingertips, my nerves prickling with excitement…like all my nerves have missed him as much as I have.
He breaks our kiss, saying, “Why the fuck are we in so many goddamn clothes?”
“I don’t fucking know.”
We claw at each other, pulling, tugging—fighting our way out of everything that keeps us from being skin-to-skin. When he’s down to his briefs, I’m just in my jeans. The moment it took to kick off my shoes was longer than I wanted to be away from him, so I move close to him again, seizing his wrists and pinning him against the wall adjacent to the door.
He submits to me as we make out in the doorway. I finally break our kiss because I want to see that face of his—the one I haven’t seen in so long. He bites his lip.
It’s too much for me. I release his wrists and squat. I grab his briefs and pull them down, taking his big dick in my mouth.
And it tastes just as good as it always does.
My chest, filled with tension and discomfort from all the stress of what happened to Doc subsides as having his fat girth in my mouth soothes me.
“Holy shit!” Cody says as he leans back against the wall as I suck and lick and tease.
I just want to make him happy tonight. I want to help him forget about all the stress he’s been under since Doc had the heart attack.
I can do that. I can give that to him.
I pull his shaft out of my mouth and kiss down to his balls, moving between them to make sure I give them each the attention they need.
He reaches down and grabs my shoulders, pulling me back up before he rushes me and kisses me. He hugs me and pulls me close to him.
“You’ve been gone too fucking long,” he says before kissing me again.
And I know the truth of it.
God, I’ve missed him so much.
I haven’t even realized just how much until right now.
He spins me around and pushes me forward, against the counter. He grabs my throat from behind and kisses the back of my neck, offering nips and licks, making my dick so fucking hard.
We have so many things to discuss. So many things to figure out, but right now I just want to fuck him.
He pulls on the hand at my throat, and I tilt my head back, greeting his lips with mine.
With his other hand, he tugs on my hip and pulls my ass so it’s flush against his torso.
He stops kissing to whisper, “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to let you top.” He’s smirking.
“You greedy bastard,” I say.
He grins, and there’s the light in his eyes—the Cody I was hoping to see. The guy who wasn’t worried about Doc or stressed about how I felt. Just fun-loving Cody.
“You know you want it,” he says.
“I didn’t say I didn’t want it. In fact, I’m glad you’re greedy about it.”
He’s never been the kind of guy I’ve had to worry about this kind of shit with—who’s topping or bottoming. I know I’ll get my turn with whatever it is, so it doesn’t fucking matter.
We kiss our way into the bedroom, removing the rest of our clothes.
I move to kiss him after I get out of my jeans and boxer briefs, but he shoves me onto the bed and hops on top of me.
He grabs my wrists and pins me the way I had him in the kitchen.
“See,” he says. “I’m the top.”
He wears this bright grin.