Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
It was such a powerful moment that I felt those famous three words bubble up to my lips. I nearly said them, too, but swallowed down my confession of love and replaced it with a deep, chesty moan.
Too soon. Too quick. He wouldn’t believe me, even though I had no doubt it was what I was feeling for him.
I started to pick up my pace, my cock sliding in and out of him. “You like that, huh?” I grabbed his dick in my hand and stroked in time with my thrusting. I was already getting close, and judging by how tight his balls looked, so was Jay.
“Say it. Say how much you love having my cock inside you.”
“I love. It so. Fucking much,” he said, his words broken up by my thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
“I’m so close, Jay.”
“Give it to me, Ry. Please. Fill me up.”
“Yeah? I want to see you nut first.” I started to stroke him a little faster, his body tensing around me, his eyebrows dripping down and his legs stretching and— “Ohhh fuck,” I said, holding him as he erupted, ropes of cum shooting across his chest, his hole tightening around me with every shot.
It was all I needed to tip over the edge. I roared like a lion and slammed into him, stilling as I came. It was one of the strongest orgasms of my damned life. My vision got cloudy, and my entire body convulsed as my balls emptied inside a sex-drunk Jay.
As the moment came to an end, I found I didn’t want to separate from him. I leaned down and kissed him, still filling him. “Fuck,” I said, smiling against his lips. “That was incredible.”
“It really was,” he said, moaning as I slowly pulled out of him, my cum leaking out. I went and got him a warm, wet hand towel, but instead of handing it to him, I cleaned him up myself. Gentle. Taking my time. Appreciating him, as I had when I was fucking him senseless.
With Jay cleaned up, I set the towel down and got back onto the bed. We naturally fit together in a cuddling position, his leg over mine, his hand over my heart.
This night was perfect. Almost too perfect.
The Beacon Bay project…
It had been on my mind all day. Time with Jay helped me forget about it, but there really was no more putting it off. Earlier in the day, my dad called and gave me one last chance. Saying that the news would be going public any time now and that it would be great to have my name attached.
Of course I told him no, but that left another massive problem I had to deal with. A guillotine that was set to fall once the news broke.
And I had no idea when that would be. It could be tomorrow. That scared the shit out of me.
I couldn’t lose this.
I couldn’t let go of Jay. Not so soon after I made him mine.
I have to tell him.
Jay traced invisible shapes on my chest, his breath tickling my ear. I could feel his heart beating against my arm, his body flush next to mine. He was warm, and he was sexy, and he was so fucking perfect.
He was also going to be so fucking pissed. I could let Jay find out and pretend as if I didn’t know, I never wanted to lie to Jay like that. And if Jay found out I never told him… that would likely hurt him more than if I kept it to myself.
I couldn’t do that to him.
Of course I’d also have a chance to tell him that I tried to stop my father. But would that be enough? Or would he still feel some kinda way about my family now being so deeply involved with this?
No matter how perfect tonight had been, I realized that I needed to make a choice. Risk ruining it by telling him, or risk ruining us by not.
I knew I couldn’t chance the latter, so I had to do the former. It felt like the only option I had.
My pulse quickened, and suddenly, the room started to feel a little tight. I was never good at coming out with things, mainly because I wasn’t the kind of guy who hid things in the first place.
“Jay…” I sat up, propping my back against the wall. Jay looked up at me and immediately picked up on the worry in my gaze. He sat on the bed, cross-legged, still naked and looking like a beautiful angel sent directly down from heaven.
Please don’t fuck this up.
“I have to talk to you about something.”
“Oh Lordy, now?” His gaze narrowed. “You don’t have an STI or something, do you, because—”
“No, no, absolutely not.”
He dramatically wiped at his forehead in a sign of fake relief. “Okay, good, because I really didn’t want a shot in my ass. At least not unless you’re the one giving it to me.” He gave me a wink, his smile easy and relaxed.