Damaged Like Us Read Online Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie (Like Us #1)

Categories Genre: Funny, GLBT, M-M Romance, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
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He’s so damn calm as he leans against the window ledge, half-sitting on it. “This whole thing?”

“Yeah, this whole thing.” I motion from him to me, then me to him. “I can fuck. Christ, I’m good at sex—”

“Who told you that?” His lips quirk.

I don’t miss a beat. “—but being someone’s boyfriend is so far out of my territory. It’s on another galaxy. My life can’t accommodate romantic relationships. At least not the kind you deserve.”

“Is that really what you think?” He frowns darkly.

“Yeah.” I nod several times. “You’ve had four other boyfriends, Farrow, and I can say I’m probably without a fucking doubt your worst. In terms of fucking—I’m number one though, sure.”

“Sure,” he adds, eyeing me, still not giving anything away. Maybe he’s processing everything I dumped on him. He shakes his head once. “How long have you been agonizing over this?”

“What?”

“Come on,” he says, still calm. Still cool. He crosses his arms over his chest more leisurely than serious. “You’re you. You fixate over the details, over every variable you can think of. You’ve most likely been wrestling with this for weeks, if not months.”

He knows me well.

Millions of people know me, but not like this. Not like that. I hang onto that fact like rope on a wall that blocks my view of everything. He’s how I see the other side. He’s made my life feel freer.

He made me believe I could actually have a relationship.

He made me believe I could experience more than just this fleeting, temporary thing.

And I have.

Christ, I have, but what is this for him? I give him halfway. Half of a relationship. A semblance of the real thing.

“It’s been on my mind,” I admit. “You’ve experienced what it’s like being with me. The constant interruptions that I won’t ignore. The lack of privacy that won’t change. The never-ending phone calls. The zero PDA. If you want to break things off now, I get it. Just…clean cut. You can go back to being just my bodyguard. I go back to being just your client.” My chest is on fire.

“Is that what you want?” he says, those words like a sling blade.

“No.” My eyes sear. “No. I want you.” More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.

Farrow never breaks my gaze. “And you’re assuming that the lack of privacy, the ‘zero’ PDA, and all the interruptions bother me.” He shakes his head. “They don’t. Would I like to touch you in the car or on the street or even in an elevator? Of course, but I get more by being with you than any PDA could give me.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Maximoff,” he says, “the reason why this relationship works is because I’m your bodyguard. I’m with you almost twenty-four hours a day, every single day. One week with you is the equivalent to three months with anyone else. You know more about me and what it’s like to be with me than some of my long-term exes.” He laughs at a thought. “The fact that we’re sleeping together, around one another all the time, and not killing each other is a miracle. And it says something.”

His words extinguish the toxic heat in my chest. “What?”

“We’re good together. Really good.” Farrow smiles. “And you’re not a bad boyfriend. You’re not the worst. Or even second-to-last-place. You’re the most thoughtful, the most caring, and the media was right when they said whoever dates you would be the luckiest fucking human alive. I feel lucky to be with you.”

I inhale, but I don’t exhale yet. “I can’t give you more though. I know there may be a point where a crisis in my family may conflict with whatever’s happening in your life—and you’re not going to like who I choose.”

“You’re going to choose your family because that’s who you are,” Farrow says strongly. “And I will love you for it.”

I set my hands on the back of my neck. He’s not considering all the variables. Or am I just packing sandbags around my house before it explodes? “That’s not a relationship,” I combat. “I should pick my boyfriend.”

“If you keep weighing your morality with scales, you’re going to lose.” Farrow still sits at ease. “Just put down the hypotheticals and step away. Let go.”

I don’t know how. I want to give him as much as he’s given me.

Farrow licks his bottom lip. “Can we agree on one thing?” he asks. “We’re together. We’re doing this, and neither of us wants to stop.”

“Yeah.”

He pushes off from the window and crosses the room. Quickly, he’s in front of me, his hands on the waistband of my jeans. I hold his muscular shoulders, skin warm beneath my hands.

“One day,” he tells me, his voice gravel in silk. His mouth on the base of my neck, sucking and biting up to my ear. My muscles slacken, unwinding. I edge even closer. His hot breath throbs my cock. “I’m going to be inside of you.”



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