Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Her gaze was right on me, that friendly expression, revealing her kindness, the sort that reminded me that, in spite of all the bad from my and Kyle’s pasts, there were good people in the world too. The world could be so cruel and take so much, but it could also be kind and giving.
“I think that’s definitely worth drinking to,” I said as we struggled to clink glasses because of how many people we had shoved at the table.
It was a night of introductions, laughter, and stories, the perfect evening before our next adventure together.
But it was best once we’d cleaned it all up and it was just Kyle and me once again, in the bedroom. Rough and tender kisses mixed with panting and orders as Kyle lay beneath me, my cock inside him.
He tugged at the small of my back, urging me deeper.
I pressed my hand against his face, my thumb in his mouth, which he bit and sucked on, his face flushing red.
“James, I’m about to come…”
I glanced down to see the spectacle as he shot across his abs. I pushed my body close to him, just to get some on my torso before pulling my hand from his mouth, sweeping a bit up, and tasting as much as I could gather.
Fucking my man harder, I looked him in the eyes.
“Kiss me,” he begged.
I pulled my hand from my mouth and took his mouth, his tongue sliding across my tongue like he wanted to enjoy a taste of himself too. I bit gently on his bottom lip, tugging as each thrust took me to the end, before I felt myself shooting within him.
It was a transcendent experience. In my release, I felt totally free.
His arms hooked around me, his legs locking mine in place as we came down from the high together.
“Mmm…I love having my cum inside you,” I said, biting at his cheek.
“You fucking dork.” He laughed. “Besides, it’s mine now that it’s in me.”
He ran his hand through my hair, messing it up even more than it must’ve already been from our fuck.
I found myself getting lost in those bright blue eyes, sparkling as much as ever.
Kyle Forsythe.
The man I’d guarded and unlocked so many secrets with.
Somehow, we’d really fucking made it.
Behind that smile, though, there was something else too, and I wanted to be inside it just as much as I wanted to stay inside his body.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
“About us. About how far we’ve come. About how free we really are.”
“Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.”
We kissed again, firming it together until we pulled away just far enough to breathe one another in. Once we managed to force ourselves apart, we cleaned off before returning to the bedroom, lounging side by side, my hand on his side.
But again, he still had this distant look…
“You’re thinking about more than us,” I insisted.
He eyed me, as though surprised I knew him so well.
“Tell me. I want to know. Please.”
He hesitated, but then smirked, as if realizing how silly he was being for keeping any secrets from me…the keeper of my Kyle’s secrets…at times the reason for them.
“I…um…” he began. “You remember me talking to DJ about the Safe Support Network downtown? I know I’ve been like, fuck college, but I think I might want to go to school…maybe become a counselor.”
“Really?”
Since he’d begun opening up more in therapy, I could tell he was starting to change, become more relaxed and at peace. I knew it was the spark that got him interested in volunteering, but I hadn’t expected this.
“I kind of didn’t want to say anything,” he added, “considering your experience with…”
“Oh, fuck her. I’m a free man now.”
“Like hell you’re free,” he snapped playfully.
I rolled onto my back, and rolled my head for a good laugh.
Kyle didn’t miss the opportunity to straddle my waist, grabbing my wrists and pulling them to the sides of my head, pinning me in place.
“If I were your wife,” he said, looking serious as ever, “I would promise to be loyal, honest, and faithful. I would build us a cage and give you the key…so I could be trapped in our love for the rest of my life…forever and ever.”
His words were almost vows, a wink toward where we both knew we were heading.
“I can live with this sort of bondage,” I said as we shared another of so many smiles. He kissed me again, but there was something I wasn’t letting go of. “I know you’re trying to gloss over it, but I think you’d be a great counselor, Kyle. Maybe as good of one as you’ll be my wife. And I think it’s amazing that you want to take your experience and help others.”
“Well, whoa, it’s an idea still, but something I keep thinking about.”