Feuds and Reckless Fury Read Online K. Webster

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, M-M Romance, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
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Hell no.

I can’t even begin to imagine the look on his face.

Horrified. Disgusted. Furious.

“Let me grab a shower, and then I’ll be down,” I say to him, clearing my throat. “Breakfast sounds good, Dad.”

“Happy birthday, kiddo. See you in a bit.”

As soon as he’s gone, I race into the shower, eager to wash off the evidence of my wrongdoing. I wonder if Dad could smell the sex in the air—a mixture of my own scent plus Canyon’s expensive, manly cologne and unique musk. To me, it’s so obvious.

We have to be more careful.

I can’t stop, though.

Not when being with Canyon feels so fucking good.

Quickly, I dry off and dress in a nice white polo I know Dad likes, along with my newest pair of jeans. After fixing my hair and throwing on my Vans, I spend a few moments tidying up my room. Once it’s orderly and not so obvious I had a nighttime guest, I breathe out a sigh of relief.

Strong arms wrap around me from behind, and I yelp in surprise. Canyon’s nose runs along the side of my neck, inhaling me as if I’m the best thing he’s ever smelled. I turn my head, meeting his mouth with mine, eagerly kissing him now that we’ve both brushed our teeth. The kiss starts off sweet, but soon he’s twisting me around so he can better access me. His large hand clutches the front of my throat, staking a claim as he devours me. His dominating kiss has me melting, forgetting all resolve to be more careful. And, here we are, kissing with the damn door open.

I pull back, panting, my eyes drifting toward the doorway. His lips curl into a wolfish grin that promises really bad behavior. Damn if my heart doesn’t stutter all over itself.

“Living under the same roof as you is proving to be quite difficult,” I grumble, adjusting my once-again hard dick in my jeans.

“Very hard indeed,” he agrees, glancing down at my cock before his grin kicks up even wider.

I flip him off, earning a chuckle.

“I got you a birthday present. Stay here.”

My eyes are glued to his ass in his jeans as he exits my room. Seconds later, he returns with a rolled-up tube and a small gift sack. I’m slightly giddy over the fact my boyfriend got me a birthday present.

Boyfriend.

Mine.

He may be a secret boyfriend, but he’s still mine.

I take the tube from him and unroll the paper. It’s a giant poster. Of Daisuke and Chibi. One where they’re kissing. We’ve been watching the episodes together, but we haven’t made it to the part where they fall for each other. Seeing their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss, hands clutching at the other so desperately, makes my heart squeeze.

“You like it?” His voice is a deep rumble that vibrates all the way through my nerve endings. “I thought it’d make your room feel more like home.”

I freeze at his words. This is more than just a poster of the show we’ve been watching. It’s an effort to root me into this life I feel I could be plucked from at any moment.

“Canyon,” I rasp out, my throat tight with an emotion I can’t quite put my finger on. “That was—”

“Wonderful, Wonderland.” He lifts his chin in a cocky, smug fashion that has me rolling my eyes. “Here. Open this.”

I roll the poster back up, setting it on my bed, and then take the sack from him. After pulling out the tissue, I retrieve a picture frame. It’s one our dads took after a meet. Canyon’s arm is slung over my shoulders. He’s grinning like an arrogant prick since he beat my time. To anyone else, it’d seem like friendly picture of two teammates.

To me, it’s a framed picture of my boyfriend and me.

I can proudly display it in my room, and no one will be wiser.

“You can set it up on the end table beside the lube. Give you something to look at while you whack off.”

I toss it on the bed, arching a brow up. “Isn’t that what you’re for? I’ll never have to jerk off when I have you to do it for me.”

He steps forward until we’re nearly touching. I have to tilt my head back to look into his electric sapphire eyes as he towers over me. Sometimes, looking at him feels like a dream. Too perfect to be real. His hands grip my ass, squeezing. The tenderness inside of my ass reminds me he’s real all right—real and mine.

“You’re not going anywhere. You do realize that, right?”

When he says it, I want to believe it.

“I sure as hell don’t want to,” I admit. “Thank you for my gifts.”

“When we get back later, we’ll watch the episode where Daisuke realizes he thinks Chibi is hot.” His playful expression fades as reality seems to punch him in the gut, and he swallows hard. “I’m afraid…”


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