Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
My Christopher.
I wasn’t sure if I pulled Christopher onto my lap or if he ended up there on his own, but I didn’t waste the opportunity. I clasped his face and held him as I took ownership of the kiss. As we feasted upon one another, Christopher began grinding his dick against mine. I ached to get my hands on his flesh. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I wanted to feel his weight on top of me as much as I wanted to sink my weight down on him.
By the time we were forced to come up for air, we were both panting and practically humping each other right there on the pretty new glider.
“Inside,” I growled.
I didn’t give Christopher a chance to stand. Instead, I grabbed his slim thighs and lifted him as I stood. “Rush, we can’t—”
“I know, sweetheart. But there are hundreds of ways for us to make love safely.” I pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. “Pin’s out, baby. And it’s not going back in for anything. I love you so fucking much, Christopher.”
I kissed him before he could respond, but there was no denying how my words had affected him. His mouth was needy and demanding against mine as I tried to maneuver us into the house without putting him down. I somehow managed to get us inside, but when Christopher slid his hand beneath the waistband of my jeans and brushed his fingers over the head of my cock, I knew there was no way I was going to be able to get us to his bed. I’d blow inside my jeans long before that.
The first flat surface I found was the dining room table. As I laid Christopher down on it, his legs remained wrapped around my waist. His slim fingers tugged at my T-shirt, so I reached behind me to pull it over my head and cast it aside. Before I could even cover his body again, he was running his hands over my abdomen. He pulled himself upright and pressed a soft kiss to my sternum.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmured. His eyes lifted to meet mine. “Do you remember asking me how I knew you’d left the army?”
“Yeah,” I said, my breath catching because Christopher’s hands were on the move.
South.
“After that night at the club, King talked about you to my Uncle Micah and Con. I was listening from the stairs where they couldn’t see me. Anytime anyone talked about you, usually Uncle King, I eavesdropped whenever I could. Then I started having dreams about you. Lots of dreams.”
Christopher palmed my dick hard through my pants.
“Fuck,” I moaned, and then I was grabbing his face and kissing him hard. I released his mouth long enough to say, “As soon as I saw you, I knew you were meant to be mine.”
Christopher let out a little whimper, and then his mouth was back on mine. I pressed him back down on the table and pushed his shirt up, exposing his abdomen. Christopher let out a loud moan as I licked a path down his treasure trail and then mouthed his dick through his sweats.
“Christopher?”
What I’d heard didn’t register at first.
“What the fuck? Get the fuck off of him!”
That did register. There was someone in the house. I straightened and turned at the same time, putting my body between the assailant and Christopher. I managed to dodge a punch meant for my jaw, but I couldn’t do much about being body slammed to the floor. I’d already figured out who the heavy weight on top of me was, but that didn’t stop me from throwing my own punch.
King’s weight fell off me as my fist caught him underneath the chin.
“Stop it!”
“King, stop!”
The first voice was most definitely Christopher’s; the second was Gio’s.
I staggered to my feet, but King was faster. He grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he snarled. “He’s practically my kid!”
“Get the fuck off me,” I snapped as I broke the hold King had on my throat.
“Enough!” Gio yelled, and then he was stepping in front of his fiancé. It did nothing to dim King’s rage, but it did keep him from coming after me again.
“We’re done!” King declared as he pointed his finger at me. “Lying to me is one thing, but taking advantage of—”
“Stop it!” Christopher screamed at the top of his lungs. It was enough to shut King up. I shoved past him and went to Christopher, who was standing next to the table, his slim arms wrapped around his body.
He was stiff as a board and shaking violently. “Get me a blanket,” I ordered King. “It’s on the back of the couch.”
To my surprise, the man did as I said. I wrapped the throw around Christopher and turned him to face me. I bent enough so I could look him in the eye. “You’re first, Christopher. Always. Remember?”