Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Cameron sucked in a breath as Sloan inched away again, and I swallowed dryly at the sight of my friend’s flushed face. Not to mention the confusion and lust mingling in his eyes. He didn’t know what to make of things. Frankly, neither did I.
“See? We’re better friends already.” Sloan’s voice took a huskier turn, and he started rubbing my neck soothingly. “I think you two need to kiss and make up too.”
Oh my God, oh my God. I felt Sloan’s pressure on my neck, inching me toward Cameron, and I was there, right there, as it happened, but it somehow felt like an out-of-body experience. Like I was watching myself lean closer to Cameron. I stopped breathing. I stared at him, at my friend, the guy I’d come to love so damn quickly, the one I needed in my life more than I could put into words. Fear spiked for a second—and I dreaded an outcome where we ended up hurt. But what if…
Holy shit. I flicked my gaze to meet Cameron’s when we were just a few inches away, and I sensed his trepidation as well as my own. He swallowed nervously. His eyes were so expressive, raw with vulnerability…and hope? Fear too?
I forced a shallow breath and bit the bullet. I leaned in quickly, closed my eyes, and pressed my mouth to his, hoping for the best. Sloan’s hold grew gentler, and then his fingers disappeared into my hair.
“You’re far too beautiful together not to throw yourself into romance,” Sloan murmured.
I exhaled shakily and cupped Cameron’s cheek. Part of me couldn’t believe it. The kiss was uncertain and soft, and I had to open my eyes again. I had to see him to make sure this was okay.
He looked at me at the same time, the vulnerability shining even brighter, and I kissed him once more to see if it changed anything. I didn’t want him to be unsure with me.
He shuddered, and I sensed a shift in the air between us. He let go. I felt his hand coming up to my neck, and he kissed me back deeper. Then he smiled a little, and it made all the difference. I smiled back, the relief hitting me so hard I almost gasped. And we kept kissing. I tasted him for the first time and hoped there would be a second and a third and millions more.
Right then and there, I fell hard for Cameron.
CHAPTER 1
PRESENT DAY
Cameron Jacobson
“Wake up, wake up, wake up!”
“No…” I groaned and buried my face in the pillow. “It’s Saturday—please let me sleep.”
I’d known it was gonna be like this today. He always needed a day or two to recover after we’d played with a Daddy Dom together. But Jesus Christ, I was so sleepy. Couldn’t I at least get a couple more hours before I helped him out of his little brother regression?
“But I went out and bought bagels!”
Fuck. That was how he got to me, and I wasn’t even hungry yet. But Noa had a way of being a rugged little monster at the same time as he was the sweetest, most caring guy I knew. He had the goofiest grins, the wickedest smirks, and the cutest smiles. And the way he rubbed his freckled nose sometimes—it was the little things, in short. Which got more pronounced the more he explored Daddy kink. He was such a Little.
I felt the bed dip, and he crawled over me and started planting a bunch of kisses along my neck and shoulders.
“Aren’t you hungry?” He nipped at my skin.
I yawned and shook my head drowsily. “Not even close.” Why was he an early riser? It was the worst, because he was a night owl too. It was as if he was programmed to simply skip sleep altogether. “I’m assuming you’re still in little brother mode and you’re starving to death.”
“I’m already dead—that’s how hungry I am.” He collapsed on top of me with a snicker and squeezed me tightly.
It was difficult to be annoyed.
I’d thought I was in love with him before we’d shared our first kiss. Then I’d thought I was definitely in love by the time we started dating properly—and I had been. I knew that. But it still had nothing on how my heart had fucking exploded when we began playing together at his kink community, and it was all because of the dynamic we developed. Kink brothers. He’d always wanted siblings. With three sisters, I’d always wanted a brother.
He burrowed closer and kissed my neck. “Can I fuck you a little?” he whispered.
“Mmm…” I pushed my morning wood against the mattress and felt a sluggish wave of need roll through me. “Eat my ass first.”
“God yes.” He hurriedly rolled off me, only to tear away the duvet—which wasn’t a wholly pleasant feeling! He ran the AC so hard, despite that he usually tossed away the covers at night and got cold as shit.