Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 132962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“Right.” Cody couldn’t take his eyes off Mitch. How in the world had someone like him drawn the interest of a guy like Mitch?
“I’m gonna tell you something… You sure look good against that headboard. That’s a headboard, isn’t it? Are you in bed?” The smile spread further across Mitch’s face.
“Yes. I’m sitting in bed. Are you in bed?” Seeing that smile on Mitch’s face and admitting he was in bed made his body tighten even more.
“Your voice got lower. I get it. I feel the same way. And yes, I’m in bed too,” Mitch said, and Cody watched as Mitch rested his hands behind his head. His chest muscles flexing as he settled into position. Fuck! His dick swelled with every movement Mitch made.
“This, between us. It isn’t very good timing for me,” Cody finally blurted out.
“Is that what you were trying to say in your text?” Mitch’s face softened as he stared back at him.
“Yes, I…I can’t…” Mitch cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
“I agree. It’s terrible timing for me too, but I can’t seem to get you out of my head.”
Besides the fact that was exactly the problem Cody was having about Mitch, no one had ever said anything like that to him before. He had no idea how to respond to those words. All he could do was stare at the screen. His heart picked up an even faster beat, his breath slightly panted, and he focused on Mitch’s chest, once again reading the words ‘Only God Can Judge Me’ tattooed on his chest. He could already tell that was Mitch’s motto for life. The guy was perfect, and he wanted to take him all in, so he let his gaze slide lower, as far as the screen would let him.
“Ah, you’re killing me, man. And it’s that right there. That thing you do right there. It’s that distance you carry, but when you open yourself up and let yourself feel, you’re hot as hell,” Mitch said, leaning his face into the webcam as he spoke.
“What?” Cody wasn’t sure he understood. Mitch paused, clearly thinking before he spoke again.
“You’re telling me you don’t want me, but you’re eye-fucking me all at the same time. That’s hot as hell. You’re fucking gorgeous, Cody. Last night got me off like you were right here fucking me. I closed my eyes, and damn, I could just imagine the look on your face when you came.” Mitch moved so his face completely filled the screen. “Let me see you, let me watch you.”
Cody sat there waging an internal battle. The problem keeping him from closing the screen was, deep down, Cody was too drawn to Mitch. He wanted him in the worst way, more than he’d ever wanted any other man before. Maybe he should give in and do what his body and instinct begged him to do.
“Push the sheet down, show me what’s under there. I need to see you, Cody.” Mitch’s voice sent chills across his body. Damn, he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Mitch’s gaze. His eyes were the most perfect shade of amber he’d ever seen, compelling and provoking. His body heated under their scrutiny. Cody found himself obeying the command and slowly started to push the sheet lower. Damn it to hell, he wanted to give Mitch Knox exactly what he asked for.
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Mitch had known from the minute he received Cody’s text that this was a pivotal step in getting to know Cody Turner. He’d played dumb, acted like he didn’t understand the point Cody tried to make. Hell, he knew exactly what the guy meant, because he was usually the one making the damn excuses. But there was something so innocent and sweet about this hot cowboy that had him breaking protocol. He’d even teased the guy about rushing them into a relationship, but there was just no way to describe how excited he was to have Cody reaching out to him. Texting him, even if it was to tell him to back off.
Guy code dictated—if you aren’t interested, you never respond. Even if it was fifteen hours later, Cody responded. That meant he was in, no matter what he’d said.
“Push it lower. I want to see all of you.” Mitch watched as the sheet slid down Cody’s body, revealing a flat stomach and treasure trail of dark blond hair that had Mitch’s mouth watering at the promise of what was to come. That promise had him reaching for his own cock.
Mitch saw hesitation in the way Cody looked at him. “That’s it, don’t freak out on me now, cowboy, go ahead show me. Damn, I’m so fucking hard, Cody. You make me so motherfucking hard just thinking about what your dick looks like.” His eyes stayed focused on the screen as Cody’s perfect cock came into view.
“So beautiful, I knew you’d be,” he groaned.
“Yeah?” Cody looked like a deer caught in headlights.
“Oh, yeah. Look at what you’ve done to me.” He pushed he laptop past his aching dick, spread his legs, and sat the computer on the bed between them. He bent his knees, adjusted the screen, propping his feet on either side of the laptop. From Cody’s intake of breath, he knew exactly what view Cody had. Fuck, his cock was already leaking just knowing that Cody watched him.
“See how hard you make me, Cody Turner?” He leaned back, his fingers circled his dick, and he started to slowly stroke himself. “Fuck, this feels so good.”
“Shit, that’s hot…I…I’ve never done anything like this before.” Mitch could hear the nervousness in Cody’s voice, but he hadn’t run away and that was a good thing.
“You mean you’ve never done anything this sexy before?” He gave Cody a wink and his own cock a few long, slow tugs, for Cody’s benefit of course.
“No, I guess not.” A shy smile lit up Cody’s face.
“Good then, I’ll be your first. I’m so going to pop your online cherry.” He waggled his brows and shot Cody a grin. “You want that, Trooper Turner?”