Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“I’m not gonna last,” I admitted. My balls were heavy, filled with come, my orgasm burning through me as it waited to explode.
“Me neither. Fuck, me neither.”
I pulled out, rolled him. Hefting his legs over my shoulders, I pushed inside again. Beau spit in his hand, wrapped it around his cock. Just seeing it made lust shoot through me, rain down on me.
He jerked himself, eyes locked on mine as I continued to pound into him. “Come first,” I begged because I really fucking needed to please him.
“Right there, right fucking there.”
He tilted his head back, opened his mouth, showed me his pleasure. I bit my lip, fucked harder into him as his body quaked, tightened, his load shooting out on his lip, on the bandage on his chest.
“Fuck… Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” I gritted out before my own orgasm barreled into me, washed over me as my body felt like it came apart, just shattered, my come filling the condom inside him…inside my boyfriend.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Beau
Mom says Beau is afraid of more things than he realizes, but it’s all heart kind of stuff. ~ Love, Kenny
Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to an hour as we lay there in the dark. The moment felt heavy, loaded. Part of it was from me, because sex with Ash had felt…different. Less like fucking and more like something I’d never experienced before.
If the night was big for me, I knew it had to be even more so for Ash. So I held him, kissed the top of his head, wrapped my arms tighter around him, letting him work out whatever was in that complicated head of his.
“I found my biological mom,” he finally said against my chest, his breath warm around my nipple.
“Holy shit. What? When?” I hadn’t known that was something he’d wanted to do. I couldn’t imagine how I would feel in that situation. I didn’t think anyone could unless they lived it.
“Years ago. I was in college. I was…curious. There was that part of me that wanted to know why…why they hadn’t wanted me. It wasn’t that I didn’t love my parents. I did—I do. They gave me a great life, and I know they loved me, but I…I don’t know. I wanted to know what I did wrong.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Ash. You were a baby.”
“Logically I knew that, but emotionally was a different story. I used to tell myself all these reasons they gave me up, but the truth wasn’t nearly as pretty or exciting as the lies I’d told myself.”
I tugged at him until Ash climbed on top of me, settled between my legs, his chest against my groin. I fingered his short hair, rubbed his cheek, let him know I was there.
“There was no real reason. No one was sick. She hadn’t been too young. She hadn’t not had the money. She’d just…not wanted me. She hadn’t loved my father. I’d been an accident, and so she let me go so she could live her life.”
My heart ached, broke for him. I couldn’t imagine what that felt like, especially for someone like Ash. Someone who was so bold, noble, and strong…someone who didn’t want anyone to know he needed love, while desperately yearning for it. “That’s her loss, baby. Not yours.”
“You called me baby.” I could hear the smile in his words.
“Yeah, I know. That was weird. I’ve never called anyone that before.”
“Now I feel special.”
“You are,” I admitted.
He tensed up briefly against me before leaning down and peppering kisses against my stomach. “Well, shucks. Aren’t you sweet?”
I laughed, and Ash nibbled my stomach. It was eye-opening to see someone in a different light and realize that all those bits and pieces you thought made up who they were, were more your issues than theirs. I guessed that’s what happened when you judged people, when you decided who they were without all the answers. I’d made assumptions about Ash over the years, but I would never do that again. I knew who he was, and that person was incredible. “Oh God. I am sweet. So glad you can’t hear what just went through my head.”
“Tell me.”
“No.”
“Please?” He stuck his tongue in my navel.
“Maybe after you finish your story.”
“Damn it.”
“You can’t get one by me, Ash. Not anymore.”
He sighed, played with my happy trail. “Guess who found me when I started playing pro ball?”
My stomach dropped, and my hands clenched.
“Guess who suddenly wanted a relationship with me then?”
“Fuck.” I cupped his cheek, brushed my thumb back and forth over his face. “That says more about her than it does you. She doesn’t deserve you in her life.”
“The last incident before my retirement?”
My gut tightened, and I wondered if he felt it, if he knew that the thought of him with someone else made me see red.
“It was blackmail.”
“Huh?” I asked. “Did you…did you really have sex with them?” I wasn’t judging him for it. I’d had my fair share of fun, sometimes with more than one other person, but I wanted to know.