Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
I sit up on the bed. “You’re so much more than that, Stefan, and you know it.”
He scoffs and smirks, but I see the twinkle of appreciation in his eyes. He may not take compliments well, but he’ll have to suffer getting them from me every damned day until I’m certain he believes them.
“Get naked,” he tells me. “Unless you don’t want your final early Christmas present.”
“Oh, I want. I very much want.”
“Good. Now strip and stay right where you are, Caulfield.” He chuckles, winks at me, then departs the room.
I peel off my clothes in seconds, then lie on the bed perfectly naked and ready for whatever it is I’m about to enjoy. I am so damned excited that my whole body trembles with anticipation. Or maybe it’s the slight chill in the air of impending winter.
When I hear the click of the door, I steel myself for whatever glorious sight I’m about to behold. I lie on my back, just as Stefan ordered me to, and watch with unblinking eyes as the door opens.
Stefan appears—and he’s completely geared up from head to toe in a blue and white baseball uniform.
I could die right now.
His uniform clings to every single contour of muscle you can imagine. With just the small movement of strutting into my room like he owns it, I see the bulge of his biceps through the fabric and the pop of both of his pecs in his shirt, tucked into the tightest, sexiest baseball knickers complete with blue belt and blue piping down the sides. His socks hug two thick, muscular calves, and he’s got on the blue and white cleats. He even put on his blue cap and dabbed eye black across the tops of his cheeks.
And then here’s my naked ass sprawled out on a bed wearing nothing at all.
“Remember the day I walked in on you getting your rocks off in your old uniform?” Stefan asks me.
I clench shut my eyes, my face flushing at once. “I thought we said we’d forget that day ever happened.”
“Open those eyes, Caulfield.”
Begrudgingly, I open them back up, gifted all over again with the breathtaking sight of Stefan in his baseball gear.
“You’re the one who taught me not to fear what I’m into,” he reminds me. “So here’s a lesson right back to you. I know you were jerking to this that day I walked in on you.” He grips his crotch and grins that cocky, lopsided grin of his. The fact that I’m naked and totally exposed to him has made me rock hard in seconds and sent my heart into a raging gallop. “So I thought, why not turn your fantasy real? I know you want this. I know you’re into this, you kinky bitch.”
“Call me a bitch again and I’ll make you mine,” I warn him with a challenging smirk.
Stefan seems to find that amusing. He takes two steps toward the bed, his godly thighs flexing through the material of his tight baseball pants with each step. “That’s funny, hearing a threat like that coming from a naked guy.”
I bite my lip as my eyes trail down his body. I want him so bad right now that I’m having a hard time seeing straight.
“You ever feel up a professional baseball player?” he asks, his voice bleeding with that dominant tone of his he gets whenever he’s getting horny.
I love that his reaction to getting horny is turning into a sexy, arrogant piece of meat.
I’m not fooled; he’s getting off on this baseball power trip, too.
“Go ahead,” he coaxes me. “Touch me.”
I bring myself to the edge of the bed right in front of him. My hands land on his thighs, then slowly run up to the dimples of his ass in those tight pants. I’m so hard that my throbbing, veiny cock is already leaking between my legs.
It’s not lost on me that his crotch is bulging dramatically. He might bust a hole through those pants at any second, judging from how hot all of this is getting him, clearly.
“Like how my ass feels?” he asks.
“It’s perfect,” I choke out.
“Look at me.”
My eyes trail up his sexy body and meet his stone hard gaze. His arms are crossed and he looks nine feet tall from down here on the bed, all his muscles towering over me with strength.
He smirks, knowing the power he’s got over me. “You want me out of this uniform? You want my hard dick inside you?”
“I want your dick inside me,” I admit, “but let’s not be so fast with taking all of this gear off. After all, you took such time and care in … putting it all on.”
He unfolds his arms and reaches a hand around the back of my head. Clinging to my hair, he pulls my face against his crotch, holding it there tightly.