Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
My stomach vibrated with nerves, but I moved forward anyway, letting the tip of my tongue come out just enough to feel the smooth skin of his hardening cock. The ragged breath Hux dragged in emboldened me to do it again.
And again.
I ran the flat of my tongue over his shaft until I got brave enough to suckle the head. Every porn video I’d ever watched rolled through the back of my mind in an effort to cram some last-minute training for the big test.
I passed.
As soon as I was brave enough to brush my fingertip over his hole, Hux lost it, arching up and groaning before warm salt flooded my mouth. I sputtered and panicked for a minute before swallowing experimentally… and then more enthusiastically, swallowing down every drop and licking up the remainder.
“Oh fuck,” Hux breathed. His fingers carded through my hair. “Fuck.”
I knew better than to ask if I’d done okay. I could tell he was more than pleased by my inaugural attempt, so I grinned up at him instead. The cat that ate the canary.
“Proud of yourself?” Hux asked with a laugh.
I climbed on top of him and kissed him hard, reveling in the idea that he could taste his own release on my tongue. “Mmhm.”
Hux’s hands moved over my skin, touching me everywhere. I fantasized about waking up again in a few hours to experiment some more. I wanted to try everything with him. Maybe I wasn’t quite ready for anal without more of a conversation about what exactly was happening between us, but I definitely wanted to suck him again. And I wouldn’t have minded him sucking me.
“Thank you,” Hux said softly into my hair. “That was even better than I’d fantasized.”
I smiled into his chest with pride and happiness. It wasn’t until I was on the very edge of falling asleep that my brain finally picked out the critical information from that sentence.
When in the world had Jasper Huxley fantasized about a sexual encounter with me?
12
HUX
Thank God for Kev’s meticulous security. When my boss tried to find me at five in the fucking morning, at least he wasn’t able to barge in on my naked tangle with Kevin Rogers.
No, instead, he used the alert feature on our group phone app to make my phone start blaring from my pants on the floor like the safe house was being invaded.
Kev jerked in my arms and knocked his head against the underside of my chin. “Wha?”
“Shh. Go back to sleep,” I said in a sleep-roughened voice. “That’s Champ. Something must have happened.” I moved out from under him, taking one last chance to inhale the sleepy vanilla scent of him and nuzzle his messy hair.
When I pulled my phone out of my pants, I blinked against the bright screen. Then I blinked again at the message.
Champ: Grab Kev. We need both of you in the van to Nashville.
I tapped out a response.
Hux: What’s happening?
Champ: An opportunity to get Vince’s Horn. We need all hands on deck for this one.
I glanced over at Kev, who’d curled up around the pillow I’d been using. The urge to protect him was overwhelming and instinctive… and I didn’t even try to talk myself out of it anymore.
Hux: You sure we need Kev? What if he’s busy? What if he doesn’t want to come?
Not that I could envision a scenario where Kev didn’t leap at the opportunity to help the team, no matter what it cost him.
Champ: …
I sighed. He always responded with those three dots instead of saying, “Who’s in charge of this mission, Marine?”
Hux: ETA 15 mins.
I shut off my phone and sat on the edge of Kev’s bed, letting my eyes adjust to the semi-darkness. Then I took an extra second to let my mind adjust too.
I’d hooked up with Kev Rogers—the man who’d gotten under my skin, gotten into my blood, and driven me crazy for months. And maybe in another time, with another guy, I could have convinced myself that I’d only done it because sex was a convenient way to relieve the tension between us, or because he was hot as fuck and I’d been high on adrenaline, but today, with Kev, I… couldn’t.
Last night hadn’t been like any kind of hookup I’d ever experienced. There were moments when our eyes had met and I’d been almost sure he could read my mind, maybe better than I could.
It was like I’d strapped in for the sexual equivalent of a carnival kiddie coaster and had suddenly found myself strapped to a rocket, hurtling through the stratosphere, upside down and laughing my head off. But it felt too good, too right, for me to regret it.
In fact, I wanted to enjoy the ride as long as I could.
A security light from outside gave just enough illumination for me to see Kev was awake and looking at me. I reached over and smoothed a thumb over the light stubble on his jaw.