Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
I lead him through the entrance, along a path through the trees, across a wooden bridge, to a wide field of untouched snow, carved out from the woods.
It’s like something out of another world.
“See what I mean? Come on.”
I race across the snow to a hill on the far side of the field. We take turns on our tubes, creating a path to slide down. The grass and weeds under the snow are iced over, which makes it perfect for sledding. Zane and I enjoy a few solo turns before we start getting adventurous and sharing one tube, with Zane sitting in my lap.
Definitely the date-iest thing Zane and I have done since we became boyfriends—wild to think how close we’ve gotten without ever having an actual fucking date.
On one of our descents, as I’m considering possible dates, we hit a bump in the hill, which lifts us off the ground before the tube slams back down. Something about the reckless play has us both laughing, and I can hardly detect that pain I saw in Zane’s expression earlier. It’s just a broad grin.
And as he looks back to me, his ass pressed firmly against my crotch, I find myself becoming intrigued.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
I grab his hip, pulling him tighter against me. “This position has me thinking about something we haven’t tried yet.”
“Oh really?”
“Seems like you prefer to top, so we don’t have to.”
“What? Who said that?”
I’m shocked. “I figured if you wanted to bottom for me, you would’ve mentioned it by now.”
“Leif, I would like getting off with you however we did it.”
I laugh; it’s nice to hear. “I guess I was greedy because I was adjusting to knowing what it felt like, but I’d be curious to try the other way too.”
“Just know that I’m not gonna let you make up for lost time all in one night. I think that might kill us both.”
I burst into a laugh.
“You can fuck me anytime you want,” Zane says, draping his arms around me and planting another kiss.
I wrap my arms around him, pulling him to me. My lips and face welcome his hot breath, my tongue trying to soak up as much of his heat as I can get. Of course, I know it’s not only body heat I’m interested in.
I want him.
All of him.
My fucked-up short king.
My Zane.
Here in the snow, it’s one of those moments I want to freeze in my mind, hold on to and never let go of. But my desperate wish only reminds me that moments like these are fleeting, and that most of life can’t be these magical moments.
22
ZANE
We spend another half hour tubing before heading back to my place.
I don’t know what’s gotten into us—we’ve spent the day together, but we can’t keep our hands to ourselves. Even in the shower, our arms are hooked around one another, our bodies locked together as our lips smack, our tongues teasing.
“Someone’s frisky,” Leif whispers against my lips.
“Not my fault. I was just chilling on our snow day, and then you said you wanted to fuck me.”
Leif grins.
“This position has me thinking about something we haven’t tried yet.”
He’s been so greedy for my cock, and I was so eager to please his ass, I hadn’t thought much about it until he said those words. I was totally fine with doing whatever he wanted, but now that he’s expressed this desire, it’s like my ass can’t wait to get my boyfriend inside me.
His hard cock pushes up against my torso, and I grab it and stroke. Clearly, the idea of fucking me gets him as excited.
“We’re never gonna finish this shower like this.” I turn off the water and snatch my towel off the rack.
We work together to dry each other off, but it’s such a fucking mess, and we’re only half dry as we step out of the shower.
“Fuck,” I say as desire courses through me, so overwhelming I think I might explode if I don’t get Leif inside me.
He glances around. “I should get some lube.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I say, opening the cabinet under the sink and pulling out a bottle of aloe vera gel. I rub a glop on his cock and then give myself some before setting down the bottle and positioning myself with my hands on the counter, facing the mirror.
“Come on, Leif. I wanna see you fuck me like this.”
His eyes are wide, his expression locked in a smirk. He runs his hand through his wet bangs, moving behind me. I feel him lining up the head of his dick with my ass.
“Yeah, ease right in there,” I tell him, and he pushes.
I curse as he steadily enters, opening me.
Leif’s hands gravitate to my hips, one of his hands still wet with the aloe. Some water drips from my bangs and down my face as he slides farther in. He wedges right up against my prostate, like flipping a damn trigger that sends sensation rippling through me.