Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
When he replaced the three fingers in my ass with his cock, I muttered, “Fuck yes.”
Somehow, I managed to keep him in me as I rolled us over. Then I began riding him hard, slamming my ass onto his cock as I braced my hands on his shoulders. I knew I’d be sore later, but I welcomed it—I wanted the ache to remind me of this hours from now, when I was alone in bed and missing the feeling of him deep inside me.
“You’re so beautiful, Romy,” he told me, in a voice as rough as gravel. I looked into his eyes and saw wonder there, and bliss. And there was that electric connection, burning brighter than ever and making me feel like he was a part of me.
He grinned and flipped me onto my back. As he held my legs up and slid his cock into me, I teased, “Oh, of course. You just had to be in charge.”
He chuckled at that. “You and I both know you’re the one in charge. I just needed to switch positions, so I could do this.” He shifted a bit and started nailing my prostate with each thrust, and my laugh morphed into a yell of intense pleasure.
Neither of us lasted very long after that. I came first, and maybe thirty seconds later he growled as he pumped his load into my ass. Afterwards, we were both gasping for air as he slid out of me and dropped onto the mattress.
As if on cue, we rolled over to face each other, and he took my hand. For a minute or two, all either of us could do was catch our breath. Finally, he murmured, “I missed that.”
“Me, too.”
“I mean, I’m glad we took things slowly this past month—”
“Same,” I said. “But I’m so glad we’re back to where we were.”
“Actually, we’re not. This is something new.”
I nodded. “You’re right. It’s like…”
Marcus finished my sentence for me. “Like there aren’t any barriers between us. I think I was holding back before, when I knew I was keeping this huge secret and was so afraid of what the truth would do to us.”
“But now, it feels like a new beginning.”
He kissed my knuckle, and then he held my hand to his chest and said, “Exactly.”
18
Marcus
Our afternoon was perfection. Romy and I ended up making love twice, and in between we cuddled, and talked, and just enjoyed each other’s company. He even stayed for dinner before finally glancing at the time. I could tell he felt guilty when he said, “I’m so sorry, but I have to go. My brother’s going to wonder what happened to me.”
Even though I wanted to beg him to make up literally any excuse and spend the night with me, I tried to play it cool. “I know, baby, and it’s fine,” I said. “I’ll request a ride share for you while you get dressed.” He was wearing a white bathrobe, and I loved the way it kept slipping down and revealing his bare shoulder.
All too soon, both of us were fully clothed and stalling for time at the door. “I’ll text you tomorrow,” he said, as he lightly traced my jaw. “Maybe we should meet here again, since I can’t really think of another place with guaranteed privacy.”
“Sure. Whatever you want.”
“And we’ll come up with a plan, someplace we can go where no one knows us and we won’t have to sneak around.” He searched my eyes as he added, “Somewhere safe. I was thinking Seattle, maybe? Neither of us has any ties to that city, so if we went there we’d be able to disappear…”
He was trying to talk himself into this, but there was a lot to consider. “What about your family, Romy?”
“I’ll stay in touch, of course, and I can come back and visit.”
“But how do you think that’ll go over? Will your brother just welcome you back with open arms if he knows you ran off with me?”
“I…I don’t know.”
I had no idea how this was ever going to get resolved. As much as I disliked his brother, I understood what he meant to Romy, and I really didn’t want to tear them apart. At the same time, I needed Romy like I needed air, so no fucking way was I just going to bow out and make his decision for him.
But something had to give. Not only was sneaking around behind his brother’s back a disaster waiting to happen, I really needed to keep moving. I’d been lucky so far, but Art’s former friends and associates would figure out I was in San Francisco eventually, just like they’d figured out Vegas. They had plenty of manpower and resources, enough to turn this city upside down and shake it until I fell out.
All I could do for now was gather Romy in an embrace and try to sound confident as I told him, “We’ll figure this out tomorrow.”