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)
“That’s right,” I say, chuckling. “Come inside me, Leif. Come inside your short king.”
He gasps for air before snickering with me. I’m not sure if it’s from my comment or if it’s because he’s so stunned by what we just did…and how much he clearly enjoyed it.
He kisses me again, and we cling to each other, thanking one another for the experience with our lips and tongues.
When our mouths part, I rub my nose against his, loving how he’s still buried in me. “I think I needed that more than I realized.”
With that out of the way, we get back to cleaning off in the shower, and then we turn on a movie. As we lie in bed, with my arms and legs locked around him, his hands gravitate to my ass.
“That was lovely earlier,” he says. “Didn’t realize my power top would be such a power bottom.”
“Now that you opened Pandora’s box, you’re not gonna be able to stop.” I’m not playing either. It’s like my prostate was lying dormant, and now that he’s woken it, I’m already feeling like I want another go as soon as we recover from that first session.
He beams like he’s thinking the same thing. “And I noticed you just took a shower, and you cleaned that hole real good, but you didn’t go to the restroom.”
“Go to the restroom?” I laugh. “Is that you being discreet?”
“You have me inside you still.” His grin expands.
“I wanted to keep it a little longer.”
He scoots closer until his leg presses up against mine, then slides his hand down my inner thigh, back behind my balls. His fingers find my hole, which he massages gently.
“And you think I’m a pervert?” I say.
He pulls his fingers back to his face and gives a lick before returning them to the same spot. My ass clenches, my cock stiffening.
“Maybe that’s one of the things I’m attracted to,” he says, his voice lower than usual.
He slides his fingers away and grips my ass cheek, then offers a soft peck against my throat.
Despite the pleasurable experience we just shared, now so far from the afterglow of our fuck, reality creeps back in.
“So,” I say, “what you said earlier… Are you really ready for your parents to find out about us?”
He pulls away, tilting his head. “Why are you asking?”
“It was hot in the moment when we kissed in the neighborhood, but I don’t want you to do anything that’ll put you on bad terms with your folks. Especially right now.”
“I don’t think they’ll think twice about me going out with a guy.”
I chuckle; it’s a relief to hear. “But how about when they find out that guy is me?”
“But they like you. I can’t imagine they’ll have any issues with us seeing each other. Even if they did, they don’t get to decide who my boyfriend is.”
A vibrating sensation in my belly—that word still has an effect on me.
“Speaking of my boyfriend,” he adds, “there was something I was thinking about while we were sledding. You and I never really had a date.”
“We’ve spent plenty of time together.”
“No. Like a real, live, I-take-you-out-and-show-the-world-you’re-my-man kind of date.”
Again with that feeling in my belly.
“I like the sound of that.”
“Good, because I was thinking, if the snow clears up enough that they’re open, we could hit up the Wyachet Nights of Lights tomorrow night.”
“I haven’t been.”
“Good. We can see the lights, grab some hot chocolate, maybe hop on the Ferris wheel.”
“I’d like that,” I say, gazing into his beautiful brown eyes.
We make out some more before taking a much-needed nap. About an hour later he returns home, and I start catching up on work, still reveling in the beautiful day we shared, and thinking about tomorrow night.
Throughout the day, it was easy enough to let go and enjoy my time with Leif, but as soon as he leaves, once again, I’m checking out the surveillance feed on the computer monitor, dragged back to the real world, one that isn’t only about Leif and me.
One where he’s still in harm’s way.
I take a sip of coffee, trying to cling to our day, but it seems the more I try to hold on, the faster it escapes.
Guilt courses through me. How can I allow myself to enjoy my time with Leif while my brother’s still missing?
He’d want me to be happy, I tell myself, but he’d also want to be found.
23
LEIF
“The paella is particularly good tonight,” Dad says before taking another bite.
“Thank you. I changed up my saffron-to-paprika ratio.”
“Tastes like a success,” Mom adds as she blows on a forkful of her paella.
Since I returned home after my day with Zane, I’ve been trying to create the perfect coming-out opportunity, rehearsing those first words that will come out of my mouth:
Quick question: did either of you ever consider I might be bi?