Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Oh my God. That’s going to be us now, isn’t it? You’re going to be on his side, and I can’t even be mad because you’re in love with my brother. Dude, this is so fucking cool. I can’t believe you’re in love with my brother. You know, I think all of you guys need to thank me.”
I frowned. “Do you now? And what would we be thanking you for?”
“Falling in love with Chase…see, I think that’s what started us on this streak. Once Chase and I did it, the rest of you were bound to fall afterward, and now we’re all happy and in love and…”
Changing. We were all changing. But some things, our friendships, would always be the same.
“But you fell in love with Chase when you were a kid, so that doesn’t make sense.”
“Shut up, Josh. You’re stealing my glory. What kind of best friend are you?” he teased, and we both laughed again.
We sat there talking for a couple of hours, caught up in ways we hadn’t in a while. Eventually, I told him, “As fun as this is, I need to get home to my man.”
“Oh my God. This is so weird.”
“Yeah, but it’s your fault, remember?”
“Fucker.” Kellan flipped me off.
We said our goodbyes after that, and I climbed into Griff’s truck and headed for home. We’d still need to take me back to the bar to get my car later, but as far as I was concerned, that could wait. I just wanted to spend time with him.
Griffin was sitting on the couch when I got home. “How’d it go?”
“It went well. We’re okay. I told him about Doug.”
Griffin stood up and came to me. He held my face in his hands. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
“I know.” I leaned in, ghosting my lips over his. “Want you.”
“I want you too,” Griff replied, and then we were kissing, kissing and stumbling into the bedroom, pulling each other’s clothes off as we went.
I pushed him down to the bed, knowing Griff liked it when I got a little rough and bossy with him. “You gonna give me your hole?”
His cock jerked against his belly. “Fuck yes. Always. And never stop talking to me like that.”
“I don’t plan on it.”
I grabbed the lube and a condom.
“Do we need that?” Griffin asked.
“No. I’m tested regularly. I’m negative.”
“Me too. I really want to feel you come inside me,” Griff admitted, and damned if hearing that didn’t make my balls tighten even more.
“I want that too.”
I lay down on top of him. We kissed and touched, rutting together, hands wandering, mapping out each other’s bodies.
I lubed my fingers, pushing one inside him, before Griff said, “More. Fuck, I need more,” as he arched toward me.
I went from two fingers to three. When he was writhing and begging for more, I pulled him up. “On your knees. Grab the headboard. You’re gonna need something to hold on to.”
“So fucking cocky.” Griff reached out and stroked my shaft. My whole body started vibrating.
“You do that, and this is going to be over before it starts.”
“We wouldn’t want that. I thought you were some kind of sex legend or something.”
“Yeah, but you bring me to my knees, Griff. Don’t you know that by now?”
“Jesus.” Griff scrambled up and positioned himself like I’d said.
He pushed his ass out, and I rubbed a hand over his muscular cheeks. I still couldn’t believe we were there, that Griff gave me this.
I lubed up, both my erection and him. “I have a feeling this is gonna be over quickly,” I admitted.
“I must be good at this.”
“Look who’s cocky now.”
Griff looked over his shoulder. My chest pressed against his back, and our mouths pulled together as if we couldn’t stop them as I began to work my way inside him.
“Fuck…you don’t even know. It’s so hot, so damn tight. Christ, this hole. I’ll never get enough of it.”
We sat there a moment, neither of us moving, my cock buried deep in his ass.
“I thought this was going to be fast,” he teased.
“I’m afraid to move.”
“Fuck me, Josh.”
Well, when he said it like that, how could I not? Hands on Griff’s waist, I pulled out, then thrust forward again. I drilled him, my hips a piston as I fucked in and out. The bed hit the wall, Griff holding on and rambling about how good it felt and how much he loved me.
“Want your mouth.” I slowed my strokes. He let go of the bed, wrapped an arm up and behind him, around my shoulders. We kissed, the pace now languid as our bodies moved together, his tight hold a fist around my cock.
I slid a hand down his body, wrapped it around his erection, and stroked in unison with my thrusts. I could feel his body getting tighter, his movements becoming jerkier, and then we were both calling out together. Griff shot, his load dripping down my hand as my dick jerked inside him, filling his hole. “Oh fuck. Jesus, look at you, such a needy fucking bottom.”