Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Then Kellan was pushing inside, slow, so damned slow. The stretch made me suck in a sharp breath, but then I said, “Keep going.”
Kellan did, working his way inside, pressure and fullness, and then, then he was there, his groin against my ass as he pushed my legs back with his arms. He was shaking like crazy as he looked down at me, a few beads of sweat on his temple. “I can’t move. I really fucking can’t move. You’re so tight, Chase…so hot.”
“Make me come, baby boy.”
An explosion of fire lit up his eyes, and I wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked as Kellan started to thrust. It still wasn’t quite comfortable yet, my body adjusting to having someone inside me after so long. I fumbled with the lube, slicking up my hand and working myself with tight, long strokes.
“Jesus, I love you. This is incredible. So sexy, so fucking hot.” The more Kellan rambled, the more he worked me up. He sped his thrusts and adjusted the angle, and then every time he moved, a zing of pleasure shot up and down my spine.
My balls started to ache and tighten as I watched the corded muscles in his neck clench. Kellan fucked into me harder, telling me how good I felt, how much he loved me. When he bent over and bit the top of my shoulder, my balls drew tight, and his cock pulsed inside me. I cried out in orgasm, shooting on my stomach and hand as I felt the rush of Kellan’s release inside me.
He fell on top of me, sweaty and smiling. “The best. Oh God. So good. I can’t wait to feel you fuck me bare. I can’t believe I held off until you came.”
With a chuckle, I kissed the top of his head. We lay there like that for a while, Kellan on top of me, sweat and come making us stick together, our chests moving in sync as we breathed.
No matter what happened, I knew this was exactly where I was always meant to be.
EPILOGUE
Kellan
Six Months Later
“What the fuck?” I heard Josh yell from the living room, where he and Chase were watching sports.
“Yeah, motherfucker! I told you!” Chase countered.
I looked down at our dog, Bowie, who loved sleeping beside the desk in my art room. “Daddy is crazy, and so is Uncle Josh.” He sat up, and I scratched behind his ears.
It had been…well, it had been a wild six months, full of highs and lows. I’d moved in with Chase, which was every-fucking-thing. I loved living with Chase, being with Chase, being loved by Chase. Through everything, our love had never faltered.
Before I moved in, Chase surprised me by changing the spare bedroom into an art room for me. Above my desk was a wrinkled sketch I’d drawn of him a hundred years ago, that I hadn’t known he’d had. It was a little bit ridiculous and nauseatingly sweet, but that was basically us.
Chase and Josh had gotten closer, which meant a lot to me. It felt good knowing that the two men I loved most in the world besides my brother were friends. Griff and Chase were great too. It was like nothing had happened, and sometimes it was annoying because they’d tease me like they used to, but now it ended with Chase pulling me to his lap, kissing me and telling me he loved me as Griff rolled his eyes, so it really wasn’t that bad.
So yeah, lots of good, but we’d dealt with a lot. There were trials for both Jimmy and George, and they were both locked up now. It had been Jimmy who had killed our parents. His wife had been a patient of my father’s, and when she left Jimmy, he blamed Dad. That was why my parents were dead. Because an abusive asshole had been angry that his wife had walked away.
There was no evidence that Chase’s mom had been a patient of Dad’s, though really, that was something they couldn’t share even if there was. Chase had found her about two months ago, but he didn’t contact her. He’d wanted to know she was alive, that she truly had left his father and not something else, but because she’d left him too, he’d walked away.
Things were better for Bridget and Buck now that Jimmy was gone. They weren’t together, but without his dad urging him on, Buck wasn’t so hard on Bridget or Buck Jr. Though if you asked me, Buck was still an asshole. Still, he didn’t harass me again, and he didn’t give Buck Jr. shit about taking classes with me—classes that had slowly filled up again. People’s memories were short, or hell, maybe they realized they didn’t care. Why would what Chase and I did behind closed doors matter?