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)
All the reservations and stress about us take a back seat as I realize I haven’t dated anyone like this since Toby. Rhett might be on to something. Maybe, as I get older, I crave more stability and companionship. I want to get swept up in the fantasy that this could be the norm for me and Jax. Our sexual chemistry is off the charts, but it’s so much more than that. He comforts me when I’m upset and is protective when he’s afraid for me. We have great banter and laugh often together. It’s nearly perfect.
The movie starts, but as soon as the theater goes dark, we abandon our snacks for each other. His mouth crashes to mine. He tastes sweet like M&Ms.
“Come here, boy,” I rumble, pulling him toward me.
He straddles me in the reclining seat, grinding against me as we kiss. My hands are greedy and I roam them up under his sweater, touching any bare skin I can reach.
“I want to suck you off,” he murmurs against my lips. “Right here. Where anyone could see.”
My dick throbs painfully in my slacks. “Public indecency. Are you trying to get me arrested?”
He nips at my bottom lip. “As long as I’m the arresting officer, then fuck yes.”
I suck in a sharp breath when he slides to his knees between my parted thighs. His hands make quick work of undoing my pants. The moment he pulls out my cock, I think I might explode.
“Put your sexy lips on my dick, Sheriff,” I command, my voice hoarse with need. “I want to see your eyes while you choke on me.”
His grin is devilish, especially with the shadows dancing on his face from the darkened theater. The smile fades as his tongue flicks out to lick the bead of pre-cum on the tip of my cock.
“Mmm,” I groan, spearing my fingers into his hair. “So fucking good.”
Jax bobs up and down along my length, eagerly showing me all the tricks he can do with his tongue and teeth. Where I want to be is in his throat. With my eyes locked on his, I pull his head down, guiding him to take me deeper. His throat constricts with a gag, so I ease up to give him a breath before doing it again. Once he’s worked through his gag reflex, I use his head just like I would my own hand, fucking his hot, tight throat with urgency.
“Fuck,” I hiss as my nuts tighten with my release.
He swallows around my length, trying his damnedest to swallow every drop. As the last bit spurts out, I relax into a boneless heap, my hands sliding from his hair to caress his cheeks.
“You’re really good at that. Want me to return the favor?”
He tucks me back into my pants and then sits beside me, taking my hand in his. “Later. I’ll fuck you so hard in my bed later, you won’t be able to walk out of my house for days. I’ll have you right where I want you.”
I break our stare to look at the screen, unable to focus over the pounding of my heart. As much as I want to get sucked back into the void that is Jaxson Bell, it feels like I might be destroyed by it.
Jax leans in, kissing my neck before his lips find my ear. “I want to come out. I need to tell the world you’re my boyfriend, Dante.”
“Jax,” I growl, turning to face him, our noses so close they nearly brush against one another. “We’re not boy—”
“We are,” he argues, dark eyes flashing, “and it’s about time I start acting like one. I can’t lose you, big city man. You’re mine.”
I rest my forehead against his. “I don’t want to lose you either and that scares the shit out of me.”
Jaxson
Boyfriends.
I can do this.
I want to do this.
I’ve never fought for what I wanted in life. Now that I have Dante, I’m ready to go to war. I’m scared shitless, of course, but still ready for battle.
Seeing him with his friend tonight, relaxed and flirty, really fucked my head up. All I wanted to do was drag him out of his chair, haul him into my arms, and kiss him in front of everyone in that bar so they’d know he was mine.
“I got another cat,” I say as we wait for the light to turn green. “Smoky.”
Dante laughs, the sound warm and contagious. “Cato really has you wrapped around his finger.”
“Careful,” I tease. “I nearly sent the cat to your house. Doesn’t every B&B have a house cat for all the guests to adore when they’re there?”
He shakes his head. “Send me a cat and you’ll get it right back for Valentine’s Day.”
Warmth blooms in my chest. I know half of what he says are jokes meant to rile me up, but the image of us sharing a Valentine’s Day dinner as lovers and boyfriends has my heart aching for more.