Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
“I bet pretty boy problems are way different problems than my kind of problems,” Dev said and lifted the peanut butter covered spoon to his mouth, sucking off the contents. He dropped the spoon back in the jar, scooping out a glob and offering it to Cash.
The range of expressions on Cash’s face as he looked at the spoon, the jar of peanut butter, then over to the slice of bread… Dev busted out with a laugh. “I’m guessin’ that look means you’re not a double dipper?”
Dev dumped the rejected peanut butter on a piece of bread and spread.
“I can double dip,” Cash started, shaking his head with a hard no. “But what you just did with the mouth first then into the jar, I’m out.” The humor that welled up inside him brought forward a happy, easygoing place he didn’t know was inside him.
Dev barked out another laugh and leaned into Cash, puckering his lips. Cash stared down at the offering then into Dev’s eyes. Cash was slower to lean in and press his lips to Dev’s. “You don’t strike me as a guy who gives casual affection.”
He lifted the spoon back between them, waving it in front of Cash as he reached for the jar of jelly. “You’d be right in that statement. Never kissed anyone but you like that. I’ve told you, there’s somethin’ different about you. You bring it out in me.”
He interpreted this stare to mean he’d lost his mind.
Pretty boy was pretty damned astute.
“I guess I like to kiss bossy men,” he said, waggling his brows. He dipped the same spoon inside the jelly, dumping a glob on the other slice of bread. His hunger required he lick that spoon before spreading the jelly on the bread. “Muscadine jelly. Bitter and sweet at the same time. Fuckin’ good. Want a lick of this?”
He looked at Cash who only shook his head.
“That’s what I figured. Is it the sugar this time or the one spoon for everything I’ve done, includin’ my mouth?”
“Absolutely both,” Cash answered. “You know, lots of people don’t eat from a utensil and then put it back in the jar due to bacteria. But then spreading peanut butter into the jelly jar…”
Dev barked out a laugh and dropped the spoon in the sink. He put his sandwich together, looked in the cabinet for a plate. There wasn’t one there and decided to just hold the sandwich. It wouldn’t last long anyway. He quickly added the tops to the jars, and retied the bread, scooping it all up, dumping it on the top refrigerator shelf.
“Come tell me the problem you have with mouth bacteria on the sofa. I’m exhausted.” Dev took the sandwich, grabbed a random bag of chips from the box, and plopped down on the sofa. “Some bossy pretty boy kept me up all night.”
“I’m not pretty,” Cash said, following behind him, sounding confused and flattered by the compliment at the same time.
Dev took a big bite of the peanut butter sandwich and cast a quick look over his shoulder. Scanned a fast eye up and down Cash’s body for good measure. It wasn’t a hardship. “You’re pretty hot. Pretty fascinatin’. Pretty muscular. Pretty hair. Pretty voice. Pretty ass. Pretty cock…”
“Okay, I get it,” Cash said, stopping a roll that could go on for hours.
Dev plopped his ass down on the sofa, spread his legs and placed the chips where his hips and thighs met. He hoped he enticed Cash as much as Cash enchanted him. Maybe he could get those lips wrapped around his cock one more time before he fell asleep which was coming on fast.
“The problem is, I didn’t wrap up. I didn’t even think about it. It felt so good, I lost my mind in there.”
“Amazin’, right?” Dev asked, grinning. It had been a while since he’d gone without a condom, and honestly, he hadn’t forgot. He needed skin on skin with this guy. It felt so damn good.
Cash’s eyes narrowed.
“Look. You ate my ass.” Dev placed the sandwich on his thigh and reached for the chips, opening them. “Not only ate my ass, but you devoured the fuck out of me. Hands down, best I’ve ever had. You probably ruined me for anyone else. You’ve sucked my cock. You swallowed last night, and you came inside me. The chances I gave you anything are small. I had a bout with the clap a few years ago but nothin’ since, and Tena gave me that shit. I cleared it up and wrapped up since. I think you’re good. I love that shit. It feels better to me. I’d risk it with you.”
Cash nodded. The crease in his brow didn’t let up, probably considering the ramification of the clap. Dev answered as if he knew for sure.
“It’s been years. I got tested by a doc the club uses. He came to the house, gave me antibiotics. I took them all and got tested again.” Dev shrugged, took another bite of the sandwich and decided to add the shocking part to his explanation just to see how far that line between Cash’s brows could crease. “I’m good. It was all Tena. I used to like to watch her fuck other people, especially after I bought her those fake tits. Sometimes I’d join in, sometimes not. It was a sick thing we shared. Hadn’t been with her since then. What about you?”