Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
His hands went to my back, his nails digging in as he trailed his fingers up and down. His kisses turned frantic quickly. I slid my hand in his hair, tugging it as I pushed my cock against him. I shoved my thigh between his legs, and Kellan started to rub off on me.
“Oh God,” he said as I kissed his neck, then bit gently, not willing to leave a lasting mark, but wishing I could.
“That’s it, Kell. Ride my thigh. We’ll take the edge off for you, baby boy,” tumbled out of my mouth. I had no fucking clue where it had come from—the baby-boy part, at least—but he seemed to like it. He whimpered again, humping my leg as I kissed him, fucking devoured him, the taste of mint on my tongue. I tugged his hair tighter and pressed my thighs together against him. Kell kept kissing, kept riding my leg like I was a prized horse and he an expert rider. I could tell when he got close, felt his body tense up and his nails dig into me deeper.
“Fuck…fuck.” He dropped his head back, the cords in his neck stretching as he no doubt shot a load in his pants. Damned if I didn’t want to bang on my chest for being the one to make him do it.
“Shit. That was embarrassing.” His gaze darted away.
“Hey.” I turned his face so he looked at me. “Don’t be embarrassed. It was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”
“One of?” He cocked a brow, back to the confident Kellan I was learning he was when it came to sex.
“It’s a toss-up between what just happened, you on your knees for me, and watching you come when I fuck you.”
“Oh.” His cheeks turned a surprising pink, as though he hadn’t expected me to say the other moments were with him. I hadn’t expected it either, but it was true. “I’m going to have to put on my clothes for tomorrow already.”
“Or you can not wear anything at all?” I knew that was the idea that got my vote.
“I’m not walking around your house naked. Here, let me get you off first, and then I’ll change.”
Kellan moved to drop to his knees, but I wrapped a hand around his arm and stopped him. “I’m okay for now. That was for you. Let’s get you changed. You can wear something of mine, and I’ll wash your clothes for you.” I swatted his ass.
“Your clothes will be too big on me.”
“So? It’ll be cute.”
Kellan followed me to my room and stripped as I got him a pair of sweats. They were definitely hanging off his slender hips, and he had to hold them up, but it really was adorable.
I gathered up his clothes. “Come on. Let’s have some dinner.”
Kellan looked up at me, confusion in his eyes, but then he nodded and went back to the other room.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Kellan
This wasn’t going the way I’d expected it to.
Not that I was complaining. The orgasm had been hot, but I was definitely shocked Chase hadn’t let me suck him off after. This was supposed to be a friends-with-benefits relationship, so I didn’t know why he hadn’t let me give him a benefit too, especially since he’d been hard as a post.
When you added in getting my favorite pizza and dessert, how he’d asked me to stay, washing my clothes, and the sweet baby boy that had slipped past his lips… And holy fuck, that got me going. No one had ever called me something like that before, but I suddenly wanted nothing more than to be Chase’s baby boy.
This didn’t feel like fucking. It didn’t feel like we were friends with benefits. It felt like a relationship, or at least the night so far did. Yeah, it was only one day, but I’d expected us to fuck like rabbits and be done with it. That was usually how my hookups went. Maybe it was because we were close? Because Chase knew me outside of the sex we planned to have? Or hell, maybe he was this way with everyone he fucked now. I didn’t know, but I did like it.
We made our plates together, he got us beers, and I realized this was already fucking with my head, already blurring lines I’d tried to keep firmly intact, even if only in my mind. I shouldn’t have told him I’d stay. I should have said I’d come over, we’d have sex, and then I’d be on my way, but I hadn’t, and no matter what, I wasn’t leaving.
Despite the fact that it had been clear outside not long before, rain pelted against the house now. It was like that in Havenwood. Storms came out of nowhere, and though it could get frustrating at times, I loved it. There was nothing like warm rain that felt like it washed the world clean.