Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I grinned and bit into the bread, and it was so fucking good. Cheese, ham, tomatoes, and the tastiest bread I’d had in a while.
“You’re the best,” I said with my mouth full.
He winked at me and returned his attention to the laptop.
I held up the sandwich to River, and he growled playfully when he took a big bite.
A shiver of contentment rolled through me.
I was gonna be okay. I had these two with me, every step of the way.
Elliott Jones
I yawned, adjusting the waistband on my boxer briefs, and left the bathroom, then peered into the front cabin, where everyone but Reese was asleep. Or maybe River and Shay were up too—I could only see the backs of their heads.
Crew was…a funny sight. Head resting on Mercier’s shoulder, mouth open. It was a wonder Mercier could sleep through those snores.
I scratched my chest and returned to the back, and I closed the curtain before slipping under the blankets with Joel again. It was late afternoon outside, but in here, it might as well be the middle of the night. All window screens had been dimmed; all lights that could be turned off had.
He hummed sleepily as I pressed my lips to his shoulder.
Fuck, I couldn’t keep my hands off him. Close wasn’t close enough. Another yawn slipped out, and I buried my face against his neck.
This was how I wanted to sleep every night for the rest of my life, with his perfect body pressed against mine, his ass against my cock, my hand roaming his front… Okay, in the future, I wanted to ban underwear in bed, but the rest was fantastic.
“How long have we slept?” he mumbled drowsily.
“Just a couple hours.” I drew a deep breath as sleep grabbed me in its clutches again. We had a solid five or six hours before we landed.
I drifted off to the intoxicating feeling of brushing my fingers along his abs.
“You can’t do that,” he grumbled, wriggling against me.
“Do what?”
“Be all seductive.”
What? “I’m cuddling with you.”
“Well, your cuddling is pornographic.”
I let out a groggy chuckle and stopped moving my hand. My head felt too heavy, my eyes wouldn’t open, and we needed more rest. I was not gonna let my cock lead the way here. I was a forty-five-year-old man. I could control myself.
It wasn’t the time or the place.
So I’d really appreciate it if he’d stop shifting his ass against my hardening cock.
“Joel…”
“What?” he whispered defensively. “You started this.”
Goddammit.
In a swift move, I dropped an openmouthed kiss along his neck and slipped my hand down his underwear, finding him rock hard.
“Fuck,” he exhaled.
I gripped his cock tightly and pressed my own against his delectable little ass. “We’re supposed to sleep.”
He groaned, the sound just barely reaching above the hum of the engine. “I just need to feel you, baby.”
Christ, I was screwed around this man. When he said shit like that, how could I resist? I’d been powerless before—and now I’d gone years missing him. Yeah, there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell I’d even try.
I twisted my body to dig out my backpack from under the seats, and I managed to find my toiletry kit.
Joel knew what the rustling meant, so he scrambled out of his boxer briefs. “You better be safe. I wanna feel all of you.”
“You got nothing to worry about.”
We’d have to make do with Vaseline for now.
I coated two fingers before leaving the jar on the armrest on Joel’s side, and he pushed away the blankets. Good boy. The indicator lights and the spotlight strip in the floor provided just enough illumination for me to drown in the sight. And I had to see him. He was all shadows and contrasts, soft flesh and firm muscles, a smooth, rounded ass with the finest little hairs, sexy thighs, and ass dimples.
He pulled up one leg, lying halfway on his stomach, and I eased my fingers between his ass cheeks and rubbed his opening.
“Finally…” He made a sensual motion, pushing against my fingers, only to press his cock against the mattress a second later.
I leaned over him a little and kissed the spot between his shoulder blades.
I finger-fucked him slowly, stroking his inner walls, and just watched him move. He had a hand wedged between himself and the mattress, and I could stare at the muscles shifting under his skin for hours. And how his ass clenched and unclenched.
“Fucking beautiful.” I withdrew from him after a while and coated my fingers in the Vaseline some more, but this time, I slicked up my cock instead. “You remember what you told me once when I asked if you wanted my cock?”
He laughed breathily. “Definfinitely.”
Yeah. I liked that. Definitely infinitely.
“I’ll take that as a vow.” I kissed his shoulder and pressed my cock between his cheeks, and he shuddered and pushed back.