Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Then you’ll get that time.” I’d go to battle to ensure he got anything he needed, time included. “All the time you need to make a final decision.”
“And it’s not only time for more opinions and research on concussion risk. I want time with you. Time with myself. I want to meet who I am when I live my truth, and yeah, I can do that and race, but I want space to discover that person away from the track.”
“Wow.” I gazed at him with utter astonishment and pride. So much pride. How was this creature mine? “I can’t wait to meet that person too.”
“Trust me,” he repeated before he kissed me softly. “Whoever I become, I’m still going to want you. This thing between us…” He paused to inhale sharply. “It’s everything.”
“It is,” I agreed. “And you’re everything I ever wanted. That’s why it’s so hard for me to trust. I can’t believe you’re actively choosing to be with me.”
“Jonas.” After making an exasperated noise, he gave me a firm kiss. “Anyone who wouldn’t choose you is a damn fool. I don’t want to miss out on a single minute with you.”
“Me either.” I kissed him back then because it was that or let him see me weep. Relief. I hadn’t realized how deeply I’d assumed he wasn’t coming back to me until he said he was staying. Ignoring my damp cheeks, I kissed him and kissed him until he started tugging at the hem of my black T-shirt from a blood drive a few years back.
“Off,” he demanded. “Skin now.”
“Shouldn’t we slow down?” I asked, even as I let him drag me the few feet to the bed while shoving our clothing off.
“I think we’ve gone slow enough.” He tossed his hoodie and T-shirt off in a single move. “Remember who I am? I’m all about the speed. And you.”
“I’m all about you too.” I chuckled and let him push my flannel pants down and off. “But should we talk more? About everything?”
“I don’t wanna talk more right now.” Declan stepped out of his jeans, naked and glorious. I loved his muscles, his freckles, his smooth skin, his hard and waiting cock. Everything. “I’m all talked out, and I missed you.” He tumbled us both onto the bed. I landed on top of him, and he wriggled like a happy rabbit under me. “Missed this. Need this.”
“Me too.” Gratitude coursed through me right along with desire. I kissed my way down his chest to his sensitive nipples, toying with them until he was bucking under me, dragging against whatever part of my torso he could get to. “I love how responsive you are here.”
I sucked one of his nipples into my mouth, strumming it with my tongue as he moaned. “Don’t wanna come this way.”
“I love that possibility.” I chuckled darkly. “But I suppose we should give some attention to your poor, ignored cock.”
I slithered lower, intent on taking him in my mouth, but I barely got a single lick out before he shoved at my shoulder. “Wait.”
“Wait?” I raised an eyebrow. I’d never known him to turn down oral. “Thought you were all about fast?”
“I am, but I wanna kiss you too.” Declan tugged at my arm. “Come here?”
“Yes.” Frot had always been one of my favorite things, and I loved how he seemed to crave it as much as I did. I grabbed the lotion from my bedside table and slicked our cocks before settling over him.
As always, I started off a bit self-conscious of our size difference, balancing my weight mainly on my arms. Declan was having none of that and yanked me firmly against him until we were as close as two people could be, with no daylight between us, sharing the same air as we kissed, long and leisurely.
In fact, the more I let myself settle against Declan’s body, the more turned on he seemed, wriggling and grinding, hooking a leg over mine to hold us even tighter together. His frantic movements did it for me too, made my cock that much harder, made me move more purposefully with him.
He ran his hands all over my back and arms, holding me tightly while making soft little moans. We were both trying to be quiet, and I kept kissing him to try to disguise our moans, but it was hard not to shout with how good this felt, how right, how my whole body burned for this man.
Declan grinned up at me, and my breath got lost somewhere in my throat. His joy was almost palpable, but the emotion in his eyes got to me the most. Connection. Caring. Gratitude. Maybe even love, which was definitely what we were making. Every kiss, every touch, every slide of our cocks against each other, every thrust, we were building and affirming that connection.