Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
There’s a time and a place for trash talk. And a time and a place to speak from the heart. I speak from mine as I say, “Yes, really. I can’t stay mad at you.” Especially when he looks like that. In that ludicrous outfit. “You rented us a McLaren and showed up in a thong. Get in here. You’re spending the night.”
“Damn right I am,” he says, then struts into my home, tugging at the waistband of his thong. “But I’m taking this off.”
“Yes. You are,” I say.
A few minutes later, we reconnect in the best of ways. In bed, tangled up together, skin hot, breath coming fast, lips touching.
Bodies grinding.
We come together again, and after we’re cleaned up, we get back in bed. “Come here,” I say. “There’s something I need to tell you too.”
He moves closer to me, eyes wide and eager. “Yeah? What is it?”
I cup his cheek and meet his gaze, marveling at the contentedness I see in his eyes. Maybe this was what Luke needed after all—someone to love him whether he has a contract or not. Well, he found it. “I love you,” I say, my heart expanding with all the possibilities of us. There’s so much I want to give him.
“I love you too,” he says, then he presses a firm, confident kiss to my lips. “You’re my best friend and now you’re really stuck with me.”
Tonight is the start of a whole new kind of friendship with him. I’m so ready for what’s next for us.
EPILOGUE: THE RETURN OF MISTER MORECOCK
Luke
Sleepovers rock.
So does Tanner’s shower, and I enjoyed the hell out of it the next morning, then scrambled back into bed where I am right now.
Because…promises, promises.
I have the best seat in the house—right on my boyfriend’s face, with a view of his throbbing cock as he gives me what I asked for that night in Lucky Falls, and man, does he give it good.
I’m shaking with lust, so close to hitting the edge as he wraps those big hands even tighter around my ass, pulling me closer to his mouth and rocking my ever-loving world.
Wow. Just wow.
I had no idea anything could feel this mind-bendingly good. My fist is flying along my eager shaft, my hips are pumping and my brain is singing a dirty hallelujah as Tanner fucks me with his tongue.
The best part? The evidence of how much he likes doing this to me. I can’t tear my gaze off the sight of him. His dick is jumping with happiness too, then when a bead of pre-come slides seductively down his shaft, I lose it.
I grunt out a warning then I shoot all over his chest and abs.
I can barely catch my breath, but I don’t want to. I just dive in for a feast, inhaling his cock till he’s flooding my throat with his release seconds later, his groans of yes, fucking yes, fucking yes, Remy making me feel like a king.
Well, we both are. I’d say that was a royal feast.
Damn, my boyfriend looks hot as hell driving a sleek black McLaren while wearing a tux. “It’s like I’m dating a super stud,” I say that afternoon, admiring him as he cruises down the road to the wedding an hour outside of the city, in Connecticut.
“You are,” Tanner says, then reaches for my hand, holding it as he drives to the inn in the little coastal town.
“Well, you know what they say.”
“What do they say, Remy?”
I give him a sly look. “Mister Morecock deserves a super stud.”
Tanner laughs, and that sound warms my heart. I’ve always enjoyed making him laugh. Now I’ll get to do it on the reg. Lucky me.
“Or maybe,” Tanner says, “Mister Morecock deserved The Best Man.”
I hold up a finger for dramatic effect. “Mister Morecock Railed the Best Man.”
“Is that a porno or what we’re reenacting tonight back at my place?”
Whipping my gaze to him, I make my eyes go wide. “Both! Dude, do you have a mirror on your closet doors? I would be super into that. Watching us fuck. Can we do that please, pretty please, with double dicks on top?”
“Yeah, I have a mirror. And I would love to watch us fuck.”
I pump a fist. I scored big time when I bagged my best friend. “Tonight? I mean, let’s be honest. We were apart for a few weeks. You have a lot of makeup sex to give me.”
“So much makeup sex,” he says dryly as he slows at the inn, then pulls into a spot and parks the sweet ride.
Before he gets out though, he cups my cheek and runs a thumb across my lower lip. “I need to warn you. My sister is going to flip when she sees us together. My mom and my dad will too. In a good way.”