Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
And then he’s gone.
I’m going to be insane by noon. I just fucking know it.
“You’re a fucking tease,” I hiss, stroking my own cock because I just have to. My nuts may literally burst if I don’t.
“If you make yourself come now, I won’t suck it later.” His eyes stay locked on my cock.
“Are you just fucking with me?” I manage to ask as my hand falls away.
“No. I’m going to suck you so good, your eyes are going to roll back in your head. But after your appointment.”
He’s grinning. There isn’t a hint of agitation in his voice. This isn’t a game. This is the opposite of what I expected the next time I saw him, and it’s fucking me up a little. It’s hard to get rid of all the negativity that I let build since Sunday.
“You want me?”
“So fucking bad.” His own hand skates down the front of his slacks, the outline of his erection prominent.
“Come on then,” I whine. “Blow jobs are the best therapy.”
He chuckles, and when his eyes dart from mine and back to my engorged cock, I think I have him.
“Get dressed, rock star.” He walks out of the fucking room.
I feel like I’m floating on clouds as I dress. I manage to remember the coffee he brought before leaving the room, not that I need it. The promise of his mouth on me is enough to keep me awake for days.
Nothing is what I thought it was going to be, so I decide to go with the flow, to stop overthinking every fucking little thing.
Brooks holds my hand on the way to his SUV, but he stops short of opening the door for me because he knows I prefer it that way.
He repeatedly bats my hand away on the drive to Dr. Kent’s office when I reach for his dick, but he does it with a smile.
When he comes around to my side of the SUV, he kisses my lips the second I open the door despite there not being a single photographer waiting for me.
I got stuck in my head, thinking the worst of the worst for no damn reason.
He brushes a kiss on my neck right before I step into Dr. Kent’s inner office.
“I think this is the happiest I’ve seen you,” she says the second I step inside.
I know I have to look like a lovesick puppy, but I manage to resist pushing my back to the door with a dreamy sigh.
“I take it you had a better week than the one before it?”
I take my normal spot on the sofa, lying back and staring at the ceiling.
“It’s been amazing.”
I proceed to talk about the most mundane things, afraid that if I put my happiness into words, I’ll only end up eating them later.
Chapter 25
Brooks
“I would tell you to stop pouting, but honestly, you still look sexy as fuck with that bottom lip sticking out. I want to fucking bite it.”
Archer narrows his eyes at me. “You promised blow jobs the second we got back to the house.”
“And I have every intention of keeping my word,” I tell him, running my hand up his thigh but stopping short of the erection there.
He grumbles once again as I pull my hand free to assist taking a turn. I could easily perform all functions required for driving with one hand, but I love getting him riled up.
“You didn’t mention needing to spend the day shopping.”
“I wouldn’t call running into the pharmacy for condoms and the Wendy’s drive-thru spending all day shopping.”
“I said I wasn’t hungry.”
“You will be after I’m done with you.”
His eyes drop to my mouth, and I purposely lick my lips.
“You’re a fucking sadist.”
“You calling me that would also imply that I’m a masochist, and believe me, I’m not. Do you feel this?” I reach for his hand, placing it right on top of my own straining erection. “I ache, too.”
I pull it away when his fingers start to flex. I’ve shown loads of restraint already today, but those reserves are starting to run out.
“Five more minutes,” I promise.
“I could suck you off in that amount of time,” he wagers.
“No. I want to fuck your mouth. Can’t do that in a seatbelt.”
He huffs again.
“You’re acting like a horny teen, Archer. Have a little self-control.”
“A teen?” he snaps. “This is what a teen would do.”
I groan at the sound of his zipper lowering.
“Same rules apply. If you come before I get my mouth on you, you forfeit.”
“I can’t wait,” he complains.
“You don’t have to,” I say, putting the SUV in park.
He looks out his window, relief washing over his face when he sees we’ve pulled up outside his house.
“Thank fuck,” he grunts, opening his door.
I grab the condoms, unconcerned about the food we picked up, and follow him inside.
I open my mouth to tease him further, planning to make him wait just a little longer, but Archer hits his knees the second the door closes behind me.