Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Yesss,” he rasps out.
My finger finds his tight hole and I massage it with just enough pressure to make him want it. His thrusting against my dick grows more erratic and his breaths come out in ragged pants.
“More. Please.” He pushes against my finger, but I don’t penetrate him, just continue my teasing. “Oh, God, I’m going to come.”
“Get my dick nice and wet, Sheriff.”
My words send him over the edge. Hot cum shoots up between us, soaking my hand and me. I waste no time running my finger through it and returning to his hole. He hisses as my slick finger presses into him.
“Holy fuck,” he grinds out.
I moan when his now cum-covered hand wraps around my length, stroking me with urgency. My finger fucks his hole in tandem with the way he strokes me. His breathing intensifies, matching my own, as he brings me to my own release. I cry out his name, lifting my hips, as I come with an all-bodied shudder. As soon as my dick stops twitching from my orgasm, I slide my finger out of him and pull him to me. We’re a sweaty mess, but I have no desire to move. Ever.
I wake with a start, confused at first by my whereabouts. Then, I realize I’m in Jax’s living room. After we got each other off and cleaned up, we settled on the couch in just our boxers to watch another movie. We both must have fallen asleep, though, because the screen on the television is black and it’s late. The lamp in the corner remains on, but the clock on the wall says it’s after two in the morning.
“Shh,” someone whispers. “Don’t wake up Jax.”
I freeze, realizing the voice belongs to Zak and he must be talking to Ox. He’s about to walk in on something he doesn’t need to see.
Fuck.
As I try to come up with a solution, his face appears above me, screwed up in confusion. Then, his eyes widen. Jax, blissfully unaware and softly snoring, doesn’t move. I’m pinned beneath him.
“Holy shit,” Zak chokes out. “I’m, uh, sorry.”
He backs away and I let out a curse. I’ve barely managed to untangle myself from Jax without waking him, when Zak reaches the back door. I stop him by hissing his name. Quickly, I grab my slacks and yank them up my thighs, zipping and buttoning them before walking over to Zak.
“Please,” I beg, my voice barely audible as I meet his wide-eyed stared. “Please don’t tell him what you saw. Don’t tell anyone. Not even Callan.”
Slowly, he nods. “I won’t.”
I scrub a palm over my face and sigh.
“How long?” he asks, his head cocking to the side as he studies me with new eyes.
“About a month.”
“Why didn’t he tell me?”
“Because,” I croak out. “He’s not ready. I’m not sure he’ll ever be. But, Zak?”
“Yeah?”
“I can’t lose this. Him. If you tell him you know or if anyone finds out, he’ll freak the fuck out.” I plead with my eyes. “I need him, even if I can only have him in secret.”
Zak’s features morph from shocked to sad. “He deserves to be happy. You both do.”
“I hope one day he can see it that way too.”
Zak squeezes my shoulder. “He will. Just give him time.”
I make a mad dash to get dressed and then we both leave out the back door together. When he’s almost to the garage apartment, he whistles at me.
“I won’t tell anyone,” he vows, his voice carrying over the chilly wind.
“Thank you, Zak. Thank you.”
He nods and then disappears around the corner. My heart beats double time. Had Jax woken up, having been caught by his brother, I know exactly what would have happened. He would’ve flipped. Somewhere in his freak-out fit, he would’ve ended things with us.
We may be a weekend fling that lasted a month, but I can’t lose him now.
I just can’t.
And that scares the hell out of me.
Jaxson
I woke up at five this morning in a panic. If Zak had walked in on us, I don’t know what would have happened. Luckily, Dante was gone when I woke up and I didn’t run into Zak. I rushed through my shower and have been guzzling coffee as I wait to head to the station at a decent hour. I’m about to head out the door when I get a call on the radio.
Fire station has been dispatched.
I radio back to let them know I’ll meet them at the location. I’m just zipping up my coat, getting ready to head out, when they radio back with the address.
No.
My heart leaps into my throat as I burst out the front door toward my Tahoe. I mash the button for the lights and turn on my siren, not giving a damn if I wake up half of Brigs Ferry Bay.