Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“Jules, what?” I barked. “Jules, behave yourself. Jules, act your age. Jules, enough with this phase. Guess what, Flynn, it’s not a fucking phase for me like it is for you, and I don’t owe you any explanations for who I am or what I do. But I’m also done apologizing every time you stick your tongue down my throat. If you don’t want to regret cheating on your wife or feel ashamed of how good you’ve started to think a guy’s lips or ass wrapped around your dick would feel, that’s on you, not me.”
“Are you done?” Flynn snapped.
“Yeah, I’m done,” I said. He was clearly pissed, but he wasn’t bothering to engage with me enough that I could finish being pissed myself.
“Tell Brooks to come get me when he has time,” I ordered as I dug my wallet out and flung several twenties at Flynn. “That’s for your time away from work and the rest of it is for you to never look, talk, or even fucking think about me ever again.” I pointed to the small motel attached to the diner. “Hey, maybe if I get lucky, I’ll actually find myself a rich-as-fuck banker stud who will be honest about whose lips are wrapped around his dick and whose ass he’s got his cock balls-deep inside of.”
My righteous anger and the knowledge that I was only minutes away from having a private place to cry my eyes out gave me the strength to shove Flynn aside. I was halfway to the motel’s sign-in office when fingers curled around my arm once again. I opened my mouth to rip him a new one.
“Shut the fuck up,” Flynn snarled. “It’s my turn.” I assumed he was going to try and drag me back to the SUV, so he caught me off guard when he went straight for the motel but not the check-in office. A maid was in the process of coming out of one of the rooms. Before she could shut the door, Flynn intercepted her and asked in a sickeningly sweet aw shucks, ma’am voice if we could have the room while she turned the other cheek. Several hundred-dollar bills later and the maid was moving on to her next room with a pleased smile as I was ushered inside.
I fully expected Flynn to rip me apart with cruel words the second he kicked the motel room door shut, plunging us into darkness, but instead, his mouth crushed down on mine. There was nothing gentle or patient about the kiss. In fact, it seemed like Flynn was trying to punish me with how roughly he was handling me as he consumed my mouth and simultaneously walked me backwards until my legs hit the bed.
If this was the way the man disciplined someone, he’d have a line of women and probably just as many gay men lined up outside the room from here to New York. Thank God I wasn’t at the back of that line.
I groaned as Flynn took control of my mouth, my body, my senses. I welcomed his weight as he pressed me onto the mattress. I couldn’t have gotten away even if I’d wanted to because he outweighed me by so much. He wasn’t crushing me, though, and while I didn’t feel the pain in my arm at the moment, I couldn’t help but notice the way he was keeping from putting any kind of pressure on the injury.
By the time Flynn broke the kiss, my heart was pounding so hard that it felt like I could actually hear my blood running through my veins. It occurred to me that I should be shoving the man off me, or at least trying to, but instead, I’d wrapped my legs around his waist. My cock felt like it was going to bust right through the zipper of my jeans while my whole body was going up in flames. The second Flynn’s mouth was back on mine, he let out a harsh groan. All the rational arguments I’d lobbed at him by the truck had disappeared before he’d even finished bribing the maid to give us the room, so I didn’t bother playing it coy. Instead, I kissed him back and slid my good arm between our bodies.
A belt buckle.
The man was wearing a big-as-fuck belt buckle.
One that I’d never be able to get off with one hand in the dark. Unfortunately, the top of his zipper was hidden beneath the belt buckle. “Roll over,” I demanded between kisses. I continued to fight the belt buckle because I was that desperate. “Are you negative because I need to taste you… all of you.”
Just like that, the kissing stopped. I was overjoyed and didn’t give a crap about my hypocrisy. Even if all I got was Flynn’s thick dick gagging me as he fucked my mouth, I’d die a happy man. I doubted I’d even need to jerk myself off while blowing him. The second he began spilling down my throat, I’d be a goner.