Total pages in book: 244
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
I’m good with that. Very, very good with that.
Especially when he takes me to his bedroom and gestures to the king-size bed. A groan works its way up my chest. This is my first time in his bedroom as his lover, and I want anything and everything he has planned.
Because he definitely has plans, from the looks of it.
“I hope you don’t mind, Owen, but I took the liberty . . .”
A rush of heat spreads from my chest down to my groin as I survey the bed. He’s prepped. Simple and seductive. He’s a man who listens. Who knows how to read me. Who wants to give me what I crave from him.
“Nice tie,” I say, my voice husky already. The temperature in my body spikes as he moves behind me, kisses my neck, then whispers, “Would you rather be kinky or romantic?”
With him, there’s only one answer. “It’s both.”
26
RIVER
I have so many plans for my man.
Starting with giving him this.
My mouth all over him.
Owen is naked on my bed, glasses off, cock hard, skin looking so damn kissable in the light.
Because we leave on the lights.
I need to look at him.
So I give him what I promised. Taking off my clothes too, then crawling over him. “Told you I’d kiss you senseless tonight, and now I will.”
I kiss him all over, his pecs, his abs, his legs, his cock. “Cocks get senseless kissing too,” I tell him.
“I should hope so,” he says, panting hard, then grabbing my hair. “Stop.”
I moan, annoyed. “Why?”
“Don’t be so selfish with the kissing. I want to kiss your dick senseless too.”
Well, there is that.
“Be my guest.”
I swing around, climbing on top of the deep-throat god. As we sixty-nine, he shows off all his sucking skills while I lavish kisses, licks, and sucks on his fantastic shaft. But before either one of us gets too close, I ease out of his delicious mouth, let his cock fall from mine, then turn around and drag my hands down his chest. A faint sheen of sweat glistens on his muscles and I groan in admiration. “I am going to have a field day with your body. Do you know that, Owen?”
“What’s the first event?” he asks, thrusting his hips, letting me know he’s ready for anything I can give him.
“I thought I’d show you my tying skills,” I say.
I grab the blue tie, straddle his chest, lift his arms above his head, and bind his wrists together.
“Mmm. Yes. I like that,” Owen whispers as I make a tight knot.
“Remember when I said I wanted you to fuck me?”
“Yes, fucking yes,” he says as a dirty grin spreads on his gorgeous face.
I drizzle some lube onto my palm. “I pre-gamed before you came over, so I am all lubed up,” I tell him as I grip his shaft, getting him nice and slick for me. “I’m ready to ride you.”
His eyes go glossy, his jaw slack. “Get on me, River. Now,” he says, his arms pinned and tied above his head.
Slowly but surely, I lower myself onto him.
We groan.
We’re so loud it’s dangerous. Neighbors could hear.
Let them. Just let them. I’m going to ride my man’s cock into the night.
And I do.
Eyes wide open.
Desire flooding all the space between us.
And love just everywhere.
All the love—friendly love, sexual love, romantic love.
I have it all with Owen.
And like that, we come together.
27
RIVER
Grant strides into The Lazy Hammock a few nights later, eyes lasered in on me, I told you so written in them. Declan is by his side.
I turn to Owen at the bar in front of me, drinking a Tom Collins and chatting with TJ, who’s in San Francisco for a few days. “He’s going to gloat.”
“You think so?” Owen asks drily. “I suspect he’ll ask for a medal of commendation.”
TJ smirks, then knocks back some of his old-fashioned.
I stretch a hand across the bar, grab Owen’s and squeeze. “I’d give it to him. I’d so give it to him,” I say of Grant, even though I’m looking at the man I am smitten with.
Grant reaches the bar, holds out his arms wide, and says, “How about those San Francisco Hawks?”
At the mention of the local football team, Owen lifts a hand to high-five. “Well played.”
“Speaking of well played,” Declan cuts in as they take their seats at the bar, “how was your Friendsgiving? Anything interesting happen last weekend?”
As I get to work prepping their usuals, I answer breezily. “Oh you know. A little snow. A fire. A hot tub.”
Declan squeezes Grant’s shoulder. “You were Eros.”
Grant shakes his head. “Nah, we were just enablers, Deck. The real Eros is Mother Nature.”
TJ lifts his glass. “Or maybe the real Eros is these two guys seeing each other in a whole new light. Sometimes you just have to get out of town for that.”