Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“If you come first, I’m going to come on you,” I warned. “You want that?”
“Yes. Yes.” His muffled moans were almost enough to get me there.
“Gonna get you all messy, dirty boy,” I promised, loving how hard he sucked at every filthy word. His hips pumped harder against the pillow, and when he reached up to brush my nipple with his fingers, I had to clamp down on my body, keep from coming right then. He was so close that I wanted to focus on only him.
“Coming. Oh. Coming.” He released my cock and moaned and shuddered, coming apart for me exactly how I craved.
“Fuck yeah. You are so fucking sexy. You stay just like that,” I ordered as his shudders slowed and he collapsed against the bed.
“Oh. Yes. Come on me,” he urged as I moved to kneel next to his prone body.
“You got me so close.” Two strokes, and I was there, the wave I’d been holding back about to swamp me.
“Yes. Please, Daddy. Come for me.”
No stopping it now. Pleasure cascaded over me, made all the more intense by the way he’d let go for me. I came, painting his back with rope after creamy rope.
“Oh my God,” Quinn moaned into the mattress as I fell back onto the bed right next to him.
“You really do need a shower, messy boy.” I dragged a finger through it, liking seeing him marked by me.
“I do,” he groaned and gave a half-hearted wriggle. Him all fucked out and sleepy was almost as hot as him climaxing, knowing I’d caused that.
“Stay here a minute first.” I stayed him with a hand on his shoulder. Soon enough he’d need to escape to the shower, and I’d need to get going, but I was going to soak up every last second of this first. And hell, I wasn’t even out the door yet, and I was already counting down to my return.
Fourteen
Quinn
“Here goes nothing,” I said as I dipped my roller into the paint. I hoped I’d chosen well and that I wasn’t in over my head.
“It’s paint, Quinn.” Adam’s voice was matter of fact. I needed to get over myself before he lost his patience. He’d shown up shortly after lunchtime with a couple of buckets of painting supplies. Prep work had been done with his typical laidback efficiency, and it was obvious he didn’t share my ever-present perfectionism. “If you hate it, we just paint over it on your next day off.”
“True. And I’m off tomorrow, actually. There was a weird scheduling snafu, so I’m now working Tuesday through Saturday this week. The upcoming holiday means we’re busier than usual but also short-staffed.”
“See? Tomorrow will give you time to see if you like it. I’d give it a few days to grow on you though.” He laughed as he loaded his own roller with paint. “Sucks on all the long hours. But now I won’t feel bad if I keep you up late.”
“Don’t feel bad ever.” We’d had several long late-night phone conversations in the days since our paint-shopping date, and I’d loved every one of them, sexy and mundane both. “I like it when you keep me up. Much more fun reason than being sleepless because of my insomnia.”
“Oh, I’ll give you a reason.” He gave me a fast, hard kiss before swatting my ass with his left hand. “Now get to painting.”
“Yes, Daddy.” My skin heated even though we were in the privacy of my bedroom. Being shameless and flirty—the way I’ve always dreamed of being with someone—was getting easier though. Whether it was on the phone or in person, Adam found excellent ways to coax my fantasies out into the open. Letting go of my inner critic and letting myself have this with him felt so good.
I rolled the first stripe of paint on the wall closest to the door. We’d draped drop cloths over the furniture and carpet, but I was still careful to not drip.
“Oh, wow.” After painting a good-sized rectangle, I stepped back to examine the wall. “That’s dark.”
“Keep going.” Adam had done about four times as much on the wall near the bed. “Change is good for the soul and all that.”
“Except for when it sucks.” I hadn’t thought nearly as much about the Luke situation lately, but I also wasn’t quite to a place of embracing the positives of big life changes.
“Even when it sucks.” He shrugged before he refilled his roller. “Like, I’m still missing Ramona and Teddy, but seeing her Alaska pictures reminds me how much I like being outdoors. Need to make getting outside more of a priority. And it’s probably for the best that we’re all having our own summer adventures.”
He ended with a pointed look in my direction that made me smile. I did like this adventure of having a Daddy, even if it made my insides all flippy. The more I let go of trying to analyze things, the happier I was.