Blindsided Read online Eden Finley (Fake Boyfriend #4)

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Fake Boyfriend Series by Eden Finley
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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I go to the bedside drawer where Talon pulled out the lube we used last night and smile when I find a box of condoms too. “You really did come prepared.”

“Are you kidding me? I was prepared the night of the Super Bowl, and then I went and got too drunk.”

“Thought I’d let you have a go at my ass that night?” I totally would have, but I’m not gonna say that aloud.

I place the supplies on the bed and then lie down next to him on my side.

Talon pulls me in close and presses his mouth to mine. The air between us goes from playful to serious as he reaches for the lube.

His tongue distracts me while he gets his fingers coated.

“Roll over onto your other side,” Talon whispers against my skin.

I do as he says, putting my back to him, and he moves my good leg so it’s bent but keeps my stupid leg straight.

A finger runs over my surgical scar. “Does it hurt?”

“Bottoming? I guess we’ll find out.”

Talon laughs. “Your scar, dumbass.”

Oh. Self-consciousness makes me want to cover it up, but I don’t know why. I’ve seen the scar in the mirror, and I know it’s ugly, but it’s not like I’m looking at it constantly. I forget it’s even there.

“It doesn’t hurt,” I say. “It feels weird when you touch it—almost like I have like a Band-Aid or something covering part of my skin. Doctor said I could lose some sensitivity there.”

His warm mouth kisses the middle of my back and then my shoulder blade. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

I nod into the pillow. “Do it.”

His fingers slip between my ass cheeks, and even though I know what’s about to happen, my body tenses when he plays with my rim.

“Relax. We’ll go slow,” Talon coaches.

I try not to tense again when his finger works its way inside. I chant in my head, reminding myself that this is Talon. This isn’t some random hookup from college. This isn’t sex for the sake of sex. This is everything I’ve ever wanted, and he’s all mine.

I loosen up enough for another finger to join his first one, and with the feel of his hard cock resting against one of my ass cheeks, and the way his fingers probe my tight channel, it’s an overwhelming experience.

I want to reach back and pull him close, turn my head and kiss him, but I’m scared if I move or make even a single sound, I’ll lose the sensation I’m quickly learning to like.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Talon whispers, and I shudder. “You let me know when you’re ready.”

I don’t know if I am, so I rock my hips back and forth, taking his fingers deeper. The sting of stretching returns. “Try three,” I rasp.

Instead of feeling more burn, his fingers leave me completely. I didn’t know how full I was until the loss hits me, and I let out a whimper.

“You still with me?” The snap of the lube bottle opening again fills my ears.

“Uh-huh. Keep going.”

“You sure?”

“Hurry the fuck up and finger my ass, Marc. I’m almost ready.”

Talon laughs. “Mmm, think you’re gonna top from the bottom, hey? I’ve heard about that.”

I lean up on my elbow and turn my head toward him. “Where did you hear about that?”

He sheepishly looks away. “Forums and stuff. I wanted to know as much as I could so I didn’t feel like such a noob.”

“You’re far from a noob. You forget I’ve been there while you’ve prepped someone before.”

“Not with a guy.”

“It’s really not that different.”

Talon’s evil glint appears in his eyes. “That’s not what I’ve read.”

This time when his fingers enter me, they’re on a mission, and it takes no time at all to find their target.

“Oh, holy fucking cheese on a cracker.”

Talon laughs again. “Guess I found your prostate.”

“Don’t stop finding it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Talon pegs it again and again until his fingers aren’t enough and I crave more.

“Talon,” I croak.

“Yeah?”

“I need you inside me.”

Chapter Twenty-One

TALON

No way in the world am I denying Miller’s request.

Miller’s a quivering mess as I remove my fingers and suit up.

I grip his hip and roll him over that tiny bit more. He’s still on his side, but that tight and round ass is on full display. I can’t wait for the day where I can have him on his hands and knees begging for me to take him hard and fast, but we both know that day is a while off.

“I kinda like you like this,” I say. My mouth ghosts along his back, the rise and fall of his breathing matching mine.

“Pissed off, impatient, and begging for more? Figures you’d like it.”

“Aww, someone’s just cranky because he hasn’t come yet.” Or I’ll ride it out a little longer, because he’s right. Seeing Miller on the brink of losing control is so fucking hot.


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