Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
After finishing our conversation and another cup of coffee, I headed home.
On the short drive to the house, I was so full of affection for Jay, so happy with my decision to confess my feelings to him, I decided to do both.
I’d make reservations for lunch at the Steak n’ Bait, and I’d make him his very own Entwinin’ wreath to give to him at the festival.
If Licking Thicket was part of who Jay was—and I could see that plain as day—then I would make sure Jay knew I saw that part of him and loved it too.
When I parked and got out of my car, I took a deep breath of bracing winter air and let it out. This was the right decision, and I didn’t want to fuck it up. I would take my time about it and get it right… and figure out how the hell one twined a wreath in the first place.
In the meantime, I would spend as much time enjoying Jay as he’d let me.
Granted, our work schedules were busy. I was working extra hours since springtime’s babies had already begun arriving on the local farms, and Jay was working tons washing winter-crusted cars and preparing for the Entwinin’ festival.
But we’d find time. Starting right now.
Jay’s truck was in the drive which meant he was around here somewhere. Since Kasey Musgraves was crooning in the garage, I decided to check his workroom first.
No luck.
“Jay?” I called.
“Back here!” His voice came from the storage closet in the back where he’d meticulously organized shelves with open bins on them, holding all kinds of various sizes and lengths of wisteria vines.
I found him in the closet with his shirt off, and my brain immediately turned to squishy, half-baked dough. “Ngh.”
He turned and grinned, one slightly crooked tooth pressing his lip out in a sexy way that drew my attention and made me want him even more. “Hey, sexy,” he said.
“Diggin’ the no-shirt look,” I managed to grunt.
His eyes heated. “Diggin’ that look in your eyes.”
I moved closer until my body pressed his against the shelves. Thank God they were sturdy. My hands immediately went to his rounded pecs and squeezed. “Let me suck you off.”
“Let you?” he asked with a teasing glint in his eye. “That’s an interesting choice of words, Dr. Desmond. Why should I let you have your wicked way with my person?”
I moved my hands down to unfasten his jeans. There was no way on earth his answer would be no, and we both knew it.
“Let’s see,” I began as I shoved his jeans and underwear down. “I’m very dedicated. Talented, some might say. I’m also eager to please.”
I moved in and began pressing kisses down his chest, tasting a combination of salt and sawdust that was uniquely Jay.
“I’m well-versed in anatomy,” I continued, dragging my tongue down his Adonis belt and into the thatch of hair above the root of his hard cock. “I’m… I’m…” His heavy balls and warm cock drew my attention, and I leaned in to rub my face against them.
“Distractable?” he teased, tangling his fingers in my hair.
I licked and sucked, enjoying his hitched breaths and deep rumbles of satisfaction and appreciation.
“You sure are eager to make an impression,” he gasped when I took his cock as deep into my throat as I could and subsequently gagged on it.
“Fuck my mouth,” I muttered, reaching around to grab his ass.
“Jesus fuck, Lane.” He thrust into my throat and tightened his grip on my hair. “Not gonna last. So fucking good.”
My own cock ached, so I reached down to open my pants and stroke it. Sucking Jay off turned me on. Imagining what we looked like in the dimly lit closet with me on my knees and him thrusting hard into my throat made my orgasm come barreling on.
I choked on his cock, stroking us both quickly and irregularly. Jay’s hand cupped the back of my head as he guided me. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good. Gonna make me come.”
My release hit seconds before his did. His hot spunk landed on my face as I pulled back with a gasp and sucked in a breath. The sounds of our groaning, the scent of his cum, and the possessive feel of his hands on me were all fucking amazing.
“Lane, what the fuck?” he murmured as he tried catching his breath. “Get up here. C’mere.”
I stood awkwardly and tried tucking myself back in, but Jay shoved my hands away and cupped my face instead to meet my eyes. “That was fucking amazing. Thank you.”
I preened at the praise, feeling my chest puff out a little. I’d wanted to please him, wanted to impress him with my skills and my strong attraction to him.
Most of all, I wanted to make him happy.
I leaned in and kissed him long and hard before pulling back. “I’m in the mood for spaghetti. What do you think?”