Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
“Oh, he’s scared now.”
I shifted under him. “Get up.”
“And if I say no?” he asked me, hand in my hair, tipping my head sideways, his lips on the curve connecting neck to shoulder, kissing, his other hand running down my flank.
I shivered, feeling my response roll through my body. He felt so good, and the emotion surging through me was even more acute because I knew him, trusted him, and didn’t have to guess how he felt. And it was stupid to deny what we both knew, that it wasn’t just sex between us or friendship, but what the hell was I supposed to do in his world? What was I even supposed to do in a city? I didn’t know how to do anything but break horses and ride bulls and saddle and ride and…day labor? I would have the world-class brain surgeon do what with me?
“Fuck!” I ground out. “Get off me!”
“So you can do what?” he whispered into my ear. “Run away?”
I got my palms flat on the bed, ready to push up, but his mouth closed over the back of my shoulder, and he bit down hard. God, I loved to have him put marks on me. Bruises, hickeys, bite marks, the rash from his stubble, scratches. I loved it all and only ever allowed Cyrus to leave evidence on my skin, on my body.
The moan that tore out of me sent him into a frenzy of motion. Kissing, licking, nibbling, hands pulling, yanking, and when his mouth closed on my right ass cheek, I bucked forward into the mattress.
“You don’t get it yet, but you will,” he said, his breath catching as the hard length of him slid over my crease.
In the manic fumbling, I had not felt him pull off my sleep shorts, but when he moved, lifting off me, I felt how naked I was and exposed.
“Web,” he growled low, hands on my hips. “Please let me have you. I will take such good care of you.”
I never thought I’d want to submit to another man. To be me, I figured, I would always need to top. Lately, though, the idea of him being inside me had filled my thoughts as I jerked off at night.
“Web,” he murmured, his hands kneading my ass, spreading my cheeks.
My cock was already hard, and as I ground into the mattress, his warm breath ghosting over my skin left goose bumps.
“You’re all flushed,” he rasped, and I could tell that looking at me, seeing my reaction, was turning him on.
My breathing was shallow; I could hear it. “Cy.”
“Yes, baby,” he said, followed by the first swipe of his slick tongue over my puckered hole.
I jolted under him. “I’ll trust you if you trust me.”
“What does that mean?” He flipped open the lube cap.
“You fuck me without a rubber.”
“What?” He was shocked, and though I couldn’t see him, I knew his eyes had to be huge and round.
“You heard me. If you’re gonna come in my ass, I wanna feel it. I wanna be drippin’ with you.”
“Oh fuck, Weber,” he groaned. “I can’t do—”
“You’re a doctor. I know you have safe sex, and we’ve never done it together without one, and I ain’t never done it with nobody else without one.”
“Yes, but—”
“Oh,” I said sadly, realizing he didn’t want to. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pressure you into doing—”
“You’re not pressuring me into doing anything I haven’t been dreaming about.”
Dreaming? Really? Not the response I’d been expecting.
“Weber Yates, look at me.”
I did just as he slid two fingers deep inside me. “Oh God,” I gasped, loving the burn, loving the stretch, the roughness of it, and the look in his eyes when he did it. He wanted me so bad.
“You say things like let’s forget the condom and offer me your virgin asshole with nothing between us, while at the same time making plans to leave me. Do you get how infuriating you are? How one might be compelled to throttle you, then tie you up?”
I was really trying to make sense of what he was saying, and I heard the words, but dear God in heaven, his fingers were…were…his fingers…
“Are you listening to me?”
I pushed back as he curled his middle finger forward and dragged it across my gland. “Oh fuck,” I groaned, and it was guttural, gravelly, my body erupting in goose bumps as I flushed with a chill.
“I have a test done every six months, so I know there’s nothing wrong with me.”
“I had to have one done four months ago for a dude ranch I was working on, and it all came back negative.”
“Because you’ve always used a condom.”
“Yes, Cy, I swear.” I moaned because he’d added a third finger to my ass.
“Feel good?”
“Oh fuck yeah,” I whispered as he pushed his fingers into me, stroking deep. I was suddenly having trouble breathing.