Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
He exhaled a curse and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“I won’t hold back,” he promised.
Good. Then we could begin.
There was no easing into things this time. I wanted him to really get it, no pun intended. I started fucking him in earnest right away, and he groaned and slapped a hand against the headboard. Immediately pushing back, immediately meeting every thrust. He was fucking perfect for me. I knew I shouldn’t think in those terms, but I couldn’t help it. Everything about Joel reeled me in.
I wanted to get to know him better. He was no longer the eighteen-year-old kid who’d wanted to experience some firsts with me before he was off to college. And God knew I wasn’t the same person either.
What would it be like to wake up with Joel every morning? Fuck him like this. Just like this. Maybe before we were off to work. Breakfast on the go or breakfast together. A quick cup of coffee and a hard kiss before we parted ways for the day.
Fuck.
I dug my fingers into his hips and looked down between us, my cock glistening as it pushed in and out of him.
A beat later, he leaned toward me abruptly, forcing me back, and I tensed up at the shock of lust that flashed through me. He began fucking himself on my cock, and he reached an arm behind me as if he just had to touch me. We met in a messy, hungry kiss as he moaned and fisted my hair.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” The words just gusted out of me, but I didn’t wanna take them back anyway. I reached around him to stroke him off, and he mumbled something incoherent into the kiss.
I was too horny to ask him to repeat himself.
The chase was on, words forgotten. And maybe the ability to speak altogether. Panting, groaning, kissing, grabbing at each other, we fucked our way toward our climaxes, and when he started coming, he pushed me over the edge too. The heat of his come soaking my hand, the smell of us, the frenzy, the insane chemistry—it all boiled over, and his tight ass milked me of stream after stream of come.
Holy fuck. Holy fucking fuck.
Chapter Seven
“Elliott, wake up.”
I flinched and blinked groggily. Where the fuck was I? I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes.
“You can’t sleep out here, man. Come on, let’s get you off the floor.” Joel hitched his hands under my arms, and I grunted and pulled myself up with his help.
In my defense, I hadn’t planned on falling asleep on the balcony. I’d just sat down to have a smoke and listen when the helicopter had taken off not too far away from here, and then…
I couldn’t have been out for long, though. It was still dark outside.
“Why are you up?” I muttered.
Thankfully, he’d put on underwear now.
“I felt nauseous. And thought…maybe I shouldn’t be taking strong pain meds on an empty stomach.”
I fucking told you.
I yawned and unzipped my jeans, then stripped down to boxer briefs as I sat on the edge of my bed.
Joel raided the snack cart and side-eyed me like he wanted to say something.
“Wake me up in an hour,” I grumbled. Safe to say, I was gonna sleep on the plane later. I didn’t care about the covers; I just rolled over onto my stomach and hugged the pillow next to me. Comfy, comfy bed.
“Do you remember Blake’s birthday party two years ago when you gave her a new bike without training wheels?”
Was he seriously gonna go down memory lane right now?
“Yeah.”
“She fell a little too close to the edge of the curb, and you had to cut yourself off from yelling at her,” he went on.
I buried my face against the pillow, not wanting to hear another word. I’d felt guilty for a fucking month. I hadn’t been able to stop the first few sentences; I’d made her cry way more than the fall did.
“I have to get some sleep, Joel.”
“You were so terrified something would happen to her that you lashed out.” He wasn’t keeping quiet… “I was so pissed at you back then—and you shouldn’t have yelled at her. But you already knew that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that guilt-ridden.”
I exhaled and did my best to keep calm. “Get to the point or shut the fuck up.”
I couldn’t fucking do this anymore. The emotional roller coaster, the going back and forth between anger and…and…missing him like goddamn crazy. I couldn’t. I was tired, I was in pain, my mind was a sluggish stream of countless thoughts on how to get Blake back—
“You were scared to lose me tonight,” he stated. “That’s why you acted like a dick earlier—you were afraid.”
Deep breaths.
He did have a point; hell, he was right on the money, and I could worry about feeling vulnerable about his realization later. Right now, I wanted to stop him, because we weren’t sitting down at a post-op barbecue reflecting on the mishaps and the triumphs. We’d barely gotten started on our hunt for Carillo, and Joel had to change his fucking attitude if there was ever going to be a fun “Remember when we…” barbecue when all this was over.