Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“I described feeling a rightness in my gut about my art, and it’s the same way I feel about you.” His fingers cupped my neck. “I’m in love with you, Alex. I think part of me always has been, but I’ve been too terrified to admit it.”
Fucking hell. Was this really happening? My heart felt like it might burst into a million pieces.
“I know you’re scared.” I pressed my forehead to his. “But you’re not your dad. Or your mom. You stand all on your own, Remy Duval, and I’m hopelessly in love with you too.”
He gathered my face in his hands. “Say that again.”
“I love you and would never betray your trust,” I said, and I heard his quiet gasp. I knew just how vital that was to him, and I meant it. “I thought I might actually die if I couldn’t text you or see you as much as I wanted to, and then umff—”
He took my mouth in a deep kiss that curled my toes. The room became a blur, and we were transported back to that dock, the tendrils of our hearts connecting again.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you and wanting to hear your voice and see your corny texts.” Remy peppered my cheeks and lips and eyes with kisses. “I still planned to cheer for you at your meets. But I also want you at my place so we can wake up together and I can feed you and make you laugh.”
“Ugh, now you’re just being overly romantic,” I replied, and Remy’s smile stretched into a grin. “I’m gonna need you to take me to the supply closet now.”
“How about my bed?” He reached for my hand and tenderly kissed my knuckles. God, what did we even look like, making out and giving each other googly eyes in the middle of the art studio?
Maybe like two people in love. Who could fault us that?
I waited for him in a sappy daze as he cleaned up his supplies and stored his paintings, and then we walked out of the building hand in hand.
As we passed the quad, we heard a familiar voice.
“No way! So everything’s good between the two of you?” Bailey asked. He was standing with Danica, their fingers entwined. “You finally fessed up, Remy?”
“Yeah, I did.” Remy looked sheepish, obviously referring to a conversation I wasn’t privy to. “And I suppose this means Carl is my boyfriend.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” My stomach fluttered. “Who would’ve thunk it, Ted?”
Bailey smirked. “Okay, you corny asses.”
Danica smiled and seemed happy for us. I didn’t know her well enough yet, but that was pretty cool. “Wanna stroll the beach with us?”
“That might be too much romance for one night,” I replied, hoping Remy had the same idea—to get back to his place as soon as possible.
“Let me guess, you wanna be alone?” Bailey grimaced.
“Don’t you?” Remy lobbed back, then winked at Danica.
“Okay, too much grossness.” I pulled on Remy’s hand. “We’ll catch you later.”
We couldn’t get back to his place fast enough and didn’t even care that Derek was getting hot and heavy with a girl on the couch. We just ran upstairs to his room like horny teenagers.
Our lips connected as we struggled to get rid of the clothes getting in the way. Halfway out of my underwear, Remy hemmed me against his dresser, his tongue digging deep, teeth grazing my mouth, bruising my lips, and driving me wild.
Once completely bare, we fell into his bed with Remy on top, devouring my mouth and kissing me like he was a thirsty man in the desert. And I gave back in kind, flipping him, straddling his legs, and dry humping him until we were both stiff and leaking.
“Want you inside me,” I panted against his lips, and he groaned.
When I flopped onto my back, Remy’s eyes sparkled with need, and he sat up to grab supplies.
By the time he’d finished prepping me with lube and his fingers, I was impatient and unraveling right before his eyes, trembling with a web of precome across my abdomen. “If you don’t get your dick inside me, I’ll jizz all over myself.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” He hovered over me, and I could see his pulse throbbing in his neck as his cock jabbed my hip bone.
Lifting my legs to my shoulders sent him into a tailspin as he stared down at me in wonder, his chest a bloom of color. “I can’t believe I get to have you.”
“You’re making my stomach all wobbly again.” I gripped my shaft and gave it a good stroke. “Want you so bad.”
Lining up his cock, Remy bent to kiss my mouth once more.
I lost my breath when he pushed inside, and having him like this, his adoring eyes on me, made moisture gather on my lashes.