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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“Someone’s cranky because I need it right now.”

I roll my hips, and my sheathed cock rubs over his crack, settling in between his ass cheeks, but doesn’t go near his hole.

He whines, which makes me even harder, but I should put him out of his misery.

“You sure you’re ready?”

“Yes!”

This time when I line up my cock, I tease his hole but don’t push inside.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Miller mutters.

“Ah, what’s sex without the threat of violence?” Before he can retort, I inch my way inside ever so slowly.

Miller tenses immediately, so I pause.

“I’m good. I promise. Keep going.”

The last thing I want to do is hurt him, so I go even slower.

The only sound to fill the room is our combined breaths—mine even and slow as I try to think of anything but the tight heat surrounding my cock, and his, fast and erratic, no doubt trying to forget about the dick in his ass.

My hand makes soothing circles on his hip and his lower back while my lips caress the back of his sweaty neck. “You’re doing so good, baby. So good.”

Miller nods, but his large biceps contract as he grips his pillow tight.

“Let me know if it’s too much.”

His hand reaches back and finds mine. “Never too much with you.” It’s almost inaudible, but it’s there—something I never even knew I needed until it comes out of his mouth.

The feeling of being inside him, of being whole—Talon and Miller—it clicks. It’s something I’ve never been able to define, and until recently, I didn’t understand it.

But now I do.

My soul mate happens to be a male, and I’m totally okay with that.

“I’m good to go,” Miller whispers.

I move slow so he can adjust, and though it takes a little while for him to loosen up, when he does, it’s amazing. Like everything since I started this thing with Miller, it surprises the hell out of me that I went so long without realizing what I had in front of me for years.

Everything is better with him. Not just the sex stuff, but life in general. I could spout shit about colors being brighter and food tasting better, but it’s none of that bullshit. It’s a sense of belonging, of being complete, and everything being right.

“Fuck,” I hiss when Miller rolls back a little so he can reach for his cock.

Nothing has ever felt like this.

“I don’t think I’m going to last.” I can barely talk, let alone fuck. “If I go before you, I promise to blow you until you come down my throat.”

“Mhfkjuhsgd.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Pulling out to the tip, I slam back in, and Miller lets out a hoarse cry. “Again?” I ask.

He chants “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”

Miller’s hand works his cock so fast there’s no way I’d be able to keep up that tempo, but I try. My hips piston, and I go as hard as I can in this position, which isn’t easy. I lean up on one elbow and push harder.

I try to pull my orgasm back but fail miserably as a shuddering release sets off fireworks in my groin.

I come harder than I ever have in my entire life, and it seems to last for minutes. The world fades around me, and I’m in a blur until Miller’s telltale roar flies out of him as he comes.

I’m vaguely aware of his hand still jacking him through his orgasm, and I tell myself I should help with that, but I’m dead.

Eventually everything slows and goes quiet, as if the world settles around me into relaxed silence.

“Uh, Talon?”

“Yeah?”

“I kinda need my ass back.”

“Right. You probably need that.” I slip my softening cock from his body slowly, and Miller winces. “You okay?”

“I will be.” He smiles over his shoulder at me.

“Good.” I snuggle in behind him and kiss the back of his neck. We need to get up and clean ourselves before heading downstairs for training, but I don’t want to move.

Miller’s back rises and falls hard with his breaths but as they slow, he becomes fidgety.

I feel like I could go back to sleep again. “Stay still.”

He laughs. “Can’t. I’m uncomfortable and lying in cum.”

With a chuckle, I roll onto my back. “Fine.”

Miller wriggles his way to the edge of the bed and heads to my bathroom. I close my eyes to the sound of water running in there and almost drift off when warm hands land on my junk.

I crack one eye open. “Wha?”

A deep laugh and warm brown eyes meet me. “I’ll get rid of this for you.”

“My dick?”

More laughs. “The condom.”

Oh. That.

He ties it off and takes it into the living-slash-kitchen area. A cabinet door opens and then another. Miller rummages around for a while, but when the telltale noise of the refrigerator opening hits my ears, I smile and prepare for the complaining I know I’m about to get.


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