Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Burying my face against Dean’s neck, I could feel him trying not to laugh as I fucked him harder, going between long trusts where I sank in as far as I could and short ones where I nailed his prostate.
“Precum is so sexy.” Joel nearly moaned that out as he wiggled under Dean.
The words made me want to laugh again, but whatever Joel did felt incredible to Dean because he cried out and clenched around me.
Bingo.
“Do it again, slut. Make him shoot his cum all over you.” They both liked that order and it lit Dean up like a firecracker before Joel even moved. But once he did, Dean fired off around me and his body did its best to pull my orgasm out of me no matter if I was ready or not.
I pounded into him as long as I could, but it was over once he melted into Joel and their mouths met again.
Sexy as fuck.
They both moaned as I finally came, filling Dean’s ass as I kissed his neck until I went soft and eased out of him. I didn’t have any intention of moving until I had to, though, so I sandwiched him in between Joel and me, giving him one more kiss on the back of his head. “Let me know when I need to move.”
“I’m so trapped and sticky, you never have to move.” Joel was in love with how much cum he seemed to be covered in.
Dean must’ve been slowly coming back to reality because he shook his head and groaned. “He’s going to be so dirty.”
Yep.
Joel’s giggle said he loved it and probably loved driving Dean absolutely crazy. “I can’t wait to tell my mom how awesome you guys are.”
Joel was going to give both of us heart attacks one day.
“He’s kidding, right?”
Maybe a white lie would be okay?
Chapter 18
Joel
“I still think you should’ve let me taste-test a few more pieces. We didn’t make sure the insides and the corner pieces were done.” Everyone knew those parts cooked at different rates.
Dean didn’t seem to understand how helpful I was being because he rolled his eyes. “You already had plenty. If you keep taste-testing, you’ll eat them all before your parents see that we have manners.”
“Why would they care if you have manners or not?” Dean worried about crazy things. “You take care of me and I’m special. That’s what counts.”
For some reason, I had to keep reminding him about that over and over. He understood it but he kept forgetting how important it was when he looked for other things to worry about. “Why would manners be more important than that?”
And they both stopped.
For goodness’ sake.
We were never going to get to my parents’ house if we couldn’t even make it to the car.
“We’re going to talk as we drive.” Shaking his head, Dean started walking again. “Don’t distract me with anything else until Tate is behind the wheel and I can worry while sitting. Being late will make me even more insane.”
Well, at least he knew he wasn’t acting normally.
“Alright.” I could be patient and quiet for a couple of minutes, so I clamped my lips together and just kept going down the stairs, not even letting the neighbors distract me when the two weird ones who probably had names tried to say hello.
I waved, though.
So I hadn’t been rude.
But when we were finally sitting in the car, Dean in the front passenger seat so Tate could pat his head while he was driving and tell Dean everything was fine, I let out a Dean sigh to let him know I was ready.
For something.
Tate chuckled for some reason, but he didn’t seem worried as Dean leaned his head back and mirrored my sigh. “It’s going to be fine.”
Yep, he even squeezed Dean’s shoulder.
“I know.” Dean said he knew but he wasn’t acting like it. “I just like knowing what to expect in these kinds of situations and I have no idea what to expect.”
Hmm.
“We’ll make introductions and you’ll show my mother your brownies. I’ll tell her that you made sure I didn’t eat too many and end up too full before dinner. She’ll like that and smile. Then they’ll bring you into the living room and we’ll talk for a few minutes. Then she’ll say dinner is ready and we’ll go sit down.” I thought that was all pretty normal but maybe not.
“Then when we’re eating, I’ll tell her we’re doing great and she’ll ask about how you think it’s going because she knows I’m kind of greedy when it comes to attention. Then we’ll talk and eat and leave.” Wiggling forward since the car wasn’t moving yet, I squished my way through the seats and kissed Dean’s cheek.
“That’s it, huh?” Dean’s smile peeked out and he leaned his head so he was touching me and Tate. “It’ll be fine. You’re right.”