Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 109540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
I sat up so I could pull Ford’s pants off. When I had him naked, I settled on top of him. He opened his legs for me so I could lay between them. I could feel him trembling, but I suspected it wasn’t all need this time.
I kissed him gently until he relaxed a bit. “We can stop at any time. You know that, right?”
He nodded. “I want it, I do… I’m just…”
“I know,” I said. “I am too.”
He smiled that small, sweet smile that nailed me in the heart every single time. I kissed him softly and then held his eyes. I was glad I’d had the foresight to leave the lamp on next to my bed before we’d left the house today. “Do you see it, Ford?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “Do you see what you do to me?”
I had one of my hands on the side of his neck, which meant I could feel his pulse hammering beneath his skin. Ford raised his hand to cover mine and nodded.
He didn’t speak.
I didn’t need him to.
I just needed him to have this memory where he was wanted and loved just for who he was. If he chose to put it in that box inside his head, at least it would still be there so he could search it out when he needed it. Even if I only had Ford for another few hours, I wanted to give him a shit ton of memories to keep with him so maybe he’d have something to cancel out all the bullshit he’d been taught to believe for so long.
I wasn’t sure how long I held him like that for, but when I began kissing him again, it felt like something had changed between us. I knew I was probably reading too much into the way he touched me, the way his body cradled mine so perfectly, and the way he would stop and just look at me for these brief moments… but I was okay with believing that I wasn’t the only one falling here.
I took my time cherishing Ford’s body, but when my mouth bypassed his dick, he groaned my name. I shifted my body farther down the bed and used my hands to lift Ford’s legs. He tensed a little when the move exposed his hole to me, but he didn’t try to shift away from me. I looked up to see him watching me with open, trusting eyes.
Fuck, who was I kidding? I wasn’t falling… I’d already fallen so hard and so fast that it was a miracle I hadn’t shattered into a million pieces.
He’s not Carter.
I cursed my inner voice for the interruption, especially since the damn thing was saying exactly what I wanted to hear. I shoved the thought away because my insecurities didn’t belong here in this moment.
I wrapped my arms around Ford’s thighs and began kissing my way down his hip bone, then trailed my lips over his pubic bone. I nuzzled Ford’s balls, then licked them. When I took them into my mouth one at a time, Ford moaned loudly and began writhing on the bed. I held him firmly in place, then pushed his legs up a little more so I could get to his opening. I knew how awkward and exposed the position must have had him feeling, so I made sure to keep his focus on where it needed to be. I toyed with the sensitive skin between his scrotum and his entrance.
Whimpers streamed from Ford’s throat and I could feel his fingers seeking mine out on the bed. I shifted my hand up so he could link it with his, then I went in for the kill.
Chapter 22
Ford
“Oh God, Cam, fuck, what are you—”
That was all I got out before Cam’s sinful tongue licked over the entrance to my body for a second time. Sparks of electricity shot straight to my balls and up my spine. I tried to twist away from Cam because my mind knew this had to be some kind of crime against nature. But instead, my body ignored my mind and I wrapped my arm around one leg, then let go of Cam’s hand so I could grab the other, exposing myself completely to the man who was currently lapping at my hole like I was a tasty treat.
If I said any more words, I had no clue what they were. Every body part, every thought, every emotion was centered on what Cam’s mouth was doing to me. My entrance, which had closed up tight when Cam had started playing with me, began to relax and actually started to bear down…
“Cam,” I called. “Cam, I can’t.” I knew it had to be wrong, that I was doing this whole thing wrong because he couldn’t want that, right? But it felt so good I couldn’t stop.