Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Because he’s seen those parts of me that I try to hide from everyone else, and it hasn’t made me feel fragile or weak. It’s made me feel like I have an ally. Like there’s someone on my side.
“You wreck me, Derek.” He runs a finger down the side of my face. “In the best possible way. I’m glad you’ve opened up to me,” Jackson says. “And I know your friends would be glad if you opened up with them, too. As much as you play around them, I’m sure they get that there’s a real person under all this sass and attitude.”
“It’s not easy to talk about it sometimes. And I’m so used to having to do things on my own, I guess I just feel like I have to keep on being that way.”
“It’s hard to take on things by yourself. Trust me on that. I was very lucky to have my ex-wife in my life. She’s a good, caring person, and she’s been there for me through a lot. There were plenty of times when I felt like I couldn’t handle things on my own, and it was nice to have someone by my side, even if there wasn’t anything she could do. Like this stuff with my mom. Just having her emotional support is enough. And then knowing that she’s there if I need anything, it means a lot.”
“I mean, you know I would be happy to step in. I am right there plenty of the time anyway.”
“I know that. And I hope you know the same is true about Randy.”
“I do.”
I really do.
“Well, I’d better shower up,” I say, “if you’re thinking we’re going to do anything.”
“I’m not going to let you shower by yourself.”
“Oh, really?”
He cocks his brows mischievously. “You could slip and fall.”
I laugh. “I’m sure that’s what you’re concerned about.”
“Get in the shower. I’ll feed Charlie-boy and meet you in there.”
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“It’s just a little food for a fish.”
“That’s not all I was thanking you for.”
I kiss him before heading into the shower.
When he joins me, he grabs my loofah and runs it in circles around my body until he’s behind me, his stiff cock against the small of my back as he washes my torso.
I push against him, and he leans down, kissing my neck before moving up and nipping at my ear.
I reach back and run my hand over the short hairs on his head, feeling the warm water running between my fingers. While he scrubs with one hand, he keeps the other wrapped around me, pulling me against him.
Being in his arms always makes me feel so safe, taken care of. Like I can let go of all the worry and the stress because I know I’m not alone. It’s not just about having his arms around me, even though that feels amazing in and of itself. It’s because he knows me in a way I haven’t let anyone else know me.
He tortures me with his teasing kisses, his rough facial hair brushing against my skin. Then he grabs my arm and spins me toward him, reeling me right in for a kiss under the running water.
We rub our hard cocks against one another.
“Do you feel clean now?” he asks, pulling away from my face, studying it like he’s trying to memorize my features.
“Why are you getting me clean when you’re just going to make me dirty again?”
“Because that’s half the fun.” His breath trails behind his words, warming my face before he moves in quickly for another kiss.
He squats down and hoists me into the air by my thighs, pushing me back up against the tile wall.
His tongue is back inside my mouth in no time, and I can feel his hard cock pointing up toward my hole. “It sucks that the condoms are all the way in the bedroom.”
“Please. I buy in bulk. There are some under the sink. Lube, too.”
Keeping me propped up against the wall, he turns off the water with one hand, then carries me out of the shower to the sink. He sets me on the counter and leans down, fetching our supplies before coming back up, a determined expression on his face as he readies himself.
His height is perfect for this counter, and I can tell by the way he looks at me that he’s just noticed the same thing.
The playfulness in his eyes reminds me of the fun side of Jackson I’ve seen come out since we started messing around. Such a far cry from the guy who seemed so grumpy and frustrated when we first met—when he was so annoyed with what a fucking idiot I was that night at Cockfight. I’m so thankful he was there. Not just because he saved my ass or because he’s about to drill it right now, but because I’m so fucking appreciative to have this amazing guy in my life.