Stupid Love Read online Riley Hart (Stumbling into Love #1)

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Stumbling into Love Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
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“E…”

“Not right now. We don’t have to talk about that. Right now I want you to take me to your room and have your way with me, unless that’s not what you want.”

“I want,” rushed out of his mouth, and I chuckled.

“Thank God. I was going to have my feelings hurt.”

He frowned, leaned in, and ghosted his lips over mine. “Come on, E. You know I want you. I want you more than I should.”

That was the problem with us, though, wasn’t it? More than I should. Why did there have to be a should?

“What did I say?” he asked, brushing his nose against mine. It made my whole body light up, that stupid, sweet action, combined with how well he read me.

“Nothing. Are we doing this, or should I take care of myself?” I teased.

“Oh, someone thinks he’s funny, huh? Come on, we’re doing this.”

Shaw stood and held out his hand to me. He was wearing basketball shorts, which were tented with his obvious erection.

“Aw, look how excited you are for me,” I joked.

“Because that feeling isn’t mutual?” He nodded toward my bulge before tugging me to my feet. “I’m so excited, I really hope I don’t embarrass myself.” He pulled me to the room as I laughed.

The second I stepped inside, all I could think was, So this is Shaw’s room. How could I never have been in his room? It was modern, with different-shaped mirrors on one wall and a sleek, black headboard and matching accessories.

He pulled his T-shirt off, then jerked mine over my head too. The second it was gone, he was kissing me again. My arms closed around him, my hands journeying up and down his back as we kissed and pushed tight against each other, like we didn’t want any space there.

Shaw’s hold tightened around me. He lifted me up before dropping me onto the bed, my legs hanging off the side. Shaw leaned over me and nuzzled his face playfully into my neck, nipping and licking at my skin. “If I come too quickly, you’re not going to hold it against me, are you?”

“Do you know us?” I teased.

“Shit. I’m fucked,” he replied, kissing his way down my chest. He knelt on the floor between my legs, pulling my bottoms and underwear off. My cock sprang free, and he nuzzled my balls, making me arch off the bed.

“We can play next time. I need you.”

Shaw growled into my groin before shoving to his feet. He ripped his shorts and underwear down, and I licked my lips as I took him in. The way his thick cock jutted out from his body and the cut of his abs, the dusting of hair on his chest and the depth of what I saw in his eyes. What I felt.

“Next time.” He smiled, and that smile landed in my chest.

I moved up on the bed, lying in the middle of it, my head on the pillows. Shaw grabbed lube and a condom from the nightstand and set them on the bed.

He crawled over, lay on top of me, his hands flat on the bed as he looked down at me. “This is…not like when I’m with other people.”

Hurt and fear permeated every syllable of his words. I knew how hard that was for him to say, while hating that it felt like I was flying because he said it was more. Fuck, he made me sappy. “I know.”

“What do you want?” Shaw asked. “You can fuck me if you want…or I’ll take you. Whatever you need.”

Stupid, sweet Shaw. Why did he have to be this way? “Kind of hoping you want to fuck me,” I admitted. “I’m an excellent bottom.”

He laughed. “Well, it just so happens that I’m an excellent top, so it’s perfect.”

“Eh, I’m sure you’ll be all right.”

He gasped playfully. “All right? All right?” And then he nuzzled my neck, bit at my skin, trying to tickle me at the same time.

“Oh my God, no. Stop! No tickling. I swear I’ll never tell anyone you’re only okay in bed.”

He pulled away, his mouth dropping open. “Take. It. Back,” he said mischievously.

“Make me.” He leaned down and sucked my cock into his mouth, then rubbed a finger over my hole. My whole body trembled and arched toward him. “I take it back!” If he kept doing that, I would take anything back.

He pulled off me with a pop of his mouth. “That’s what I thought.”

“I hate you.”

“You want my cock.”

“I still hate you.”

He paused, and a look washed over him that I couldn’t read, but felt—it was passion and caring and depth. I didn’t know how to explain it other than that. It made my heart speed up. “Why are you so fun?” he mused.

“It’s a talent. What can I say?”

In a moment Cocky Shaw was gone, and in his place Vulnerable Shaw stared back at me with eyes full of want and insecurity. We sobered immediately, and I pulled him down to kiss me again. We rutted against each other, my cock twitching at the friction but needing more.


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