Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
“You’re not getting me to crack that easily, Honeycutt.” JT tucked his nose in my neck and pressed a kiss there. “You made me promise no talk about work or anything stressful, remember? So we’re not talking about work. Or thinking about work. Work? Who’s work? Don’t know her. Never met her.”
I snorted.
“Besides, being with you is a rest. I don’t care what we do as long as we do it together.”
He was so fucking sweet.
But I needed him to stop acting like we were together like a real couple. We weren’t. We were temporary. A summer fling. It was the only way I could keep from completely flipping the fuck out about the two of us being together like this.
“Okay, that’s it. Get naked and lie facedown. I’m going to spank the shit out of you,” he growled.
I turned around and stared at him. “Like hell you are.”
He looked pissed. “You were threatening me over text, but now you’re the one breaking the promise. I can tell by the look on your face that you’re overthinking things. Your brain is spinning so fast I can see smoke. When are you going to just let yourself enjoy something for once?”
I brought my hands up and scrubbed my face. “Look, I’m sorry. But I don’t know how to do this.”
“Do what, exactly?” JT’s voice was casual, but his Adam’s apple bobbed nervously when he swallowed. A couple of weeks ago, I’d have said JT Wellbridge didn’t know how to be vulnerable, but now I knew better… and that knowledge did not make it any easier to navigate this situation. “What can I do or say that will put you at ease and help you enjoy our time here? Do you want me to promise this means something? Or that it… doesn’t? Whatever you need, I’ll do.”
He seemed to wince when he said he could tell me it didn’t mean anything. The idea of hurting him only made me more tense.
“You have to understand, I’ve never had a vacation. I almost never even have days off. I don’t really know how to…” I motioned vaguely with my hands to indicate the entire strange concept of purposefully doing nothing.
“How to vacation? Really?”
I shook my head, feeling my face heat in embarrassment. Normal people took vacations even if they stayed home and did some projects around the house. But I’d never been able to afford it. With the inconsistent income from the Retreat, my parents couldn’t be counted on to support my siblings’ education, so I’d done it. At least… I’d done it to the best of my ability. In fact, I was still doing it since PJ had finally started art school.
JT’s hands came up to frame my face. “Take a deep breath and hold it.”
“Don’t Willow me,” I warned. “I was doing meditation breathing in the womb. It doesn’t work for me.”
“Not like this.” He leaned in and ghosted his lips across my cheek, over my forehead, down my nose. His lips almost touched my skin but not quite. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath, but I knew every molecule of my skin was begging for him. “Close your eyes,” he whispered against my neck. “And guess where my lips are going to go next.”
I did as he said. Goose bumps prickled on my skin in anticipation of his movement. He took his sweet-ass time moving down into my collar, and then he pulled my shirt off and continued teasing my chest and shoulders, my diamond-hard nipples, and my back.
His fingertips skated lightly over my skin as he moved me, undressed me, explored me. By the time I sensed him shifting to his knees, I was already rock hard and leaking.
JT’s warm breath hit the sensitive skin of my cock and made it jump. Please, please suck me…
He moved lower down and teased my balls, my inner thighs, even my ankles. He ran his lips lightly over every part of me until I was shaking so hard I thought I was going to pitch forward and crash both of us to the floor in an awkward heap.
“Jon,” I breathed. “Please.”
He moved up and took me into his hot mouth, suddenly anything but light with his lips. He sucked hard and fast, wet and dirty, until I came with a choking whimper-grunt while clasping his hair in a death grip.
“Fuck,” I managed to sputter. “Fuck, fuck. Christ.”
He stood up quickly and took my mouth with a hard kiss, one hand gripping the back of my head to hold me there while his other hand jerked his own dick fast and with zero rhythm. Within seconds, I felt his hot release hit my stomach. The salty taste of my own still lingered on his tongue, and I chased it as he stopped kissing long enough to groan through his orgasm.