Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Alex laughed and lifted his hands to match the guy’s moves because this was all in good fun, right? So why did I feel so protective all of a sudden?
I wrapped an arm possessively around Alex’s chest and pulled him firmly against me. “I don’t share,” I said to the guy. “Sorry.”
Alex gasped as his gaze sought mine.
“What? It’s true. Unless you want—”
“No, only want you.” His words made my knees go weak.
I found his ear, kissed it. “Then come home with me tonight.”
18
Alex
By the time the car service dropped us off at Remy’s house, I was beyond turned on. The way he’d looked at me when I’d stripped down to my swimsuit on the dance floor, even though he’d seen me in it a million times, was heady.
And when he told the guy he didn’t share? Holy fuck. I knew it didn’t really mean anything, but right then, I wanted it so bad. To only be his.
Remy said Derek was in for the night and likely already asleep, and he was right. We padded quietly to his room, shut the door behind us, then practically mauled each other as our mouths crashed together, our hands desperate to touch everywhere.
“Want you naked except for those swim briefs,” he said against my lips, and I didn’t even question it, just tore my shirt over my head and pushed out of my sweats.
“I want you naked too, but keep my jacket on,” I replied as he worked the button on his jeans. “Want it to smell like you. After you fuck me.”
He grew still, then cupped my face, looking me in the eye. “That really what you want?”
“Yeah, I really want it.” I squirmed beneath his scrutiny, hoping I didn’t sound too desperate. “Bad.”
Remy growled as he took my mouth in an all-consuming kiss. I could taste the beer on his tongue, smell the soap and sweat and paint on his skin. When he kissed down my throat and licked at my nipples, I nearly came unglued.
“Shit, wait,” I said, stepping back. “Wanna blow you first. So finish getting naked.”
“Okay, Bossy Carl.”
I almost laughed, except he slid his hand between us to cup my balls, and it took all my willpower to not come right then and there.
“Hurry.” I pulled myself away, my hand finding my cock and squeezing the base.
He watched me with hungry eyes as he toed out of his shoes and tugged his jeans and underwear down his legs.
“Damn.” He was naked from the waist down, his dick standing prominent, and I took in the sight a long moment before urging him to sit on the edge of his bed.
“You like what you see?” he asked, giving his shaft a long stroke.
“Always.” I dropped to my knees and fastened our mouths together. Lifting his shirt, I spared only a moment to take in the tattoo on his chest, which looked like a replica of their scruffy dog from childhood—or an outline of her, using only black ink. Holy shit, I’d almost forgotten about that sweet girl. No way Remy could pretend to be anything other than sentimental.
I kissed his abdomen and nibbled at his hip bones before sucking on each of his nipples. Remy groaned, his hand cupping my nape, the material of my jacket brushing against my shoulder. My every fantasy come true. “Guess you like that too.”
“I like anything you do to me,” he said, which made me shiver. “Suck me, Alex.”
He rocked his hips toward my mouth, his cock swollen and veiny. I angled my head to nuzzle his groin, then lower to his balls as his fingers tightened in my hair.
A needy sound erupted from his throat as he fisted his cock and rubbed it across my lips. My mouth opened as he slid it inside, stretching my lips and making my eyes roll back because I loved sucking his cock.
And from his deep sigh, I was apparently good at it.
My head bobbed up and down as I sucked and licked and took him as far down my throat as I could. When his thighs shook, I looked up at him, enjoying the view. Not only the jacket but his hooded eyes and shiny lips, his mussed-up hair from either his or my fingers.
“So good,” Remy said in a gruff voice that made my cock even stiffer. “Still want me inside you?”
“Hell yes,” I said when I drew back, my lips feeling swollen. I stood and backed away so he could retrieve a condom and lube from his bedside table.
Remy’s fingers shook as he tore the condom open and rolled it down his length.
“How do you want—”
“Hands and knees on the bed,” he said brusquely. I didn’t even argue, just crawled up the bed toward his pillows. It was the exact way I wanted to feel him. Hard and deep.