Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
From this position, everything was so much deeper. It was like I could feel him in every vibrating inch of me. Like he was inside my bloodstream. Every time I sank down onto him it split me wide, and I felt just on the edge of too-full. I loved it. It made me shiver, made me feel claimed. And oh, how I so wanted to be claimed by him.
I sank onto him again, and again, losing track of time. It was just about his body and mine, and the slowly building pleasure in my spine, rising and rising like a wave until at last—
It crashed over me and I inhaled sharply, shaking, bracing my hands on his chest to keep from collapsing. I could feel his muscles quivering underneath me and Michael groaned, finally moving, taking back control—his hips thrust up into me, sharpening my orgasm, making me feel like I was a live wire, a bare piece of zinging electricity—
He came inside of me, marking me up, hot and delicious. I felt claimed in the best kind of way, knowing that he was inside of me like that, like I would feel him in me, evidence of our bond, our joining.
I sank down onto his chest and Michael wrapped his arms around me. “You’re perfection,” he whispered.
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to hear that or not, but it made me smile, made my entire body warm, as the last aftershocks of pleasure faded from me and I slipped into slumber. I wanted to stay like this forever.
We both napped, although that wasn’t our intention, and then I coaxed him into the shower, laughing when he splashed me with water. He insisted on washing my hair for me, his thick, dexterous fingers working through the strands, massaging my scalp. I felt pampered all over again.
Afterwards, we dressed and packed up both of our cars with my things. I didn’t need the U-Haul this time since I had two cars, and only one driver in each, so there was room for more things in the back and passenger seats.
Oh, God, I hoped that Andy was okay with my moving back in. A friend of his had been crashing with him in the meantime and helping out with rent but I knew that wasn’t supposed to be permanent. Something about the friend fighting with his boyfriend, I didn’t know the details. We had enough room for the friend to crash on our couch if it came to it…
“I should give Andy a call,” I said as I closed the door to the trunk of my call. “Make sure that he’s good to go. I really hope that I don’t have to stay with my parents for a few days but I’m sure it’ll be fine… I can put my furniture back in our place, anyway, it’s not much and Andy didn’t replace anything.”
Michael was giving me an odd look. “I don’t want you moving back in with your brother. I was hoping that you would move in with me, stay with me, in my house.” His voice dropped down low. “In my bed.”
I stared at him in surprise. He wanted what?
Of course I was turned on, God, yes, so fucking turned on. I wanted to be in his bed, I wanted to be his, I wanted to live in his house and make it mine, too. I wanted to share my life with him.
And the fact that he wanted that, the fact that he was asking me to do that, that he was even expecting it… that meant so much to me. It thrilled me right down to my core.
But there wasn’t just the two of us to consider. There was also Brooke.
“What about Brooke?” I asked.
Brooke still lived at home, and in this economy I couldn’t blame her. Why shouldn’t she? She had a nice big house, and a dad who was relaxed, and she didn’t have a boyfriend or anyone she was trying to bring home.
“She’s going to think it’s weird that I’m suddenly moving into your house,” I pointed out. “Not just your house, but your bed.”
“I don’t care,” Michael said, his tone holding that strong note of conviction that I so admired ninety percent of the time. But right now, it was worrying me. I was worried that he wasn’t thinking through all of the consequences of this. “Brooke is going to understand.”
I shook my head. “It’s not that easy. She doesn’t know about our relationship. I never told her. We weren’t properly dating, and so I didn’t want to tell her about us, especially not without your permission. She thinks that Cameron is the father, for fuck’s sake. That’s going to be a real jolt for her. I’m going back to Andy’s place, and I’m sharing with him, just like before.”