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)
Deep down, I wanted the answer to that question to be a yes, but I would never dare ask it. Leaving Black Hills Ranch in a few months would be hard enough as it was. Hell, leaving the bed was hard enough.
I ran away from home.
I still couldn’t get his words from the day before out of my head. What had he meant? He was obviously old enough to be on his own, so what did that leave? An abusive ex? A gambling or substance abuse problem? Or just life in general?
Nothing had gone as planned the day before. Not from the moment I’d overheard Jules talking to Brooks about meeting some guy on a layover in Casper. I’d wanted to stride into the kitchen at that very moment, but then Jules had started mentioning toys and cuffs, and all kinds of images had started forming in my head. I’d never been into BDSM, but I could definitely get on board with the idea of tying Jules up and taking him to the edge of climax over and over again until he was pleading with me for relief.
“Good job,” I muttered under my breath. My steel rod of a cock was responding to all the mental images, and I doubted there’d be any image that I could use to get my mind off what being inside of Jules would feel like.
“Do you need a hand with something?” Jules asked softly. His eyes were shut but there was a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. “I’ve only got one good one at the moment, but I’m sure I can figure out how to make it work—”
I covered his mouth with mine before he could finish his offer because I really, really wanted to take him up on it. My brain was trying to command my voice to speak while my cock was screaming in demand, especially when Jules rolled me to my back before getting on top of me. “Your arm,” I hissed just as his dick brushed over mine.
“Is fine,” Jules moaned a second before rolling his hips forward, making his dick slide along mine. His tongue slid deliciously along mine every time he ground his pelvis against me. I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around him, but Jules was clearly in control. I wondered if he even realized it.
Everything we’d said and done from the moment I’d walked into that kitchen to grab one of the heavy pots of stew had been a roller coaster of words, emotions, and physical contact. I still couldn’t remember how we’d gotten to this point. I’d had no plan to end up on this bed with him, I definitely hadn’t had any intention of showing Jules the ragged scar on my chest, and to top it all off, I’d gone and basically told the younger man that I wasn’t exactly who I wanted people to believe I was.
“Jules,” I groaned in a half-hearted attempt to get his attention. I had my eyes closed because I wanted to experience every sensation as Jules took care of me. His mouth and touch were gentle as they explored my chest, specifically the scar. I hadn’t thought to button my shirt back up, so Jules had complete access to my upper body.
My lower body was being tortured in a whole different way by Jules’s hand, the one from his uninjured arm. He ran the palm of his hand along the length of my erection. Between that and his mouth’s southern migration, I knew what he was planning. I wanted to stop him. I needed to stop him.
And yet I couldn’t.
The pleasure, the intoxication of it all—it’d been a long time since I’d felt even a hint of that, but I hadn’t really missed it.
That had changed from the first time I’d kissed Jules. I hadn’t known a single thing about him—including that he had been, in fact, a him—but it hadn’t mattered. Our chemistry was off the charts, and being away from him was as painful as being near him was.
“Jules,” I managed to grind out when Jules began to fumble with my belt buckle. I swore I heard him let out a muffled curse, but with the sound of my own heart beating between my ears and the inability to breathe in anything but short snaps of air, panic began to drown everything out.
Including Jules.
My chest ached and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. All my pulse points were throbbing as blood raced through my veins.
It was the sound of a zipper being drawn down that woke me up. “Jules, you have to stop,” I hissed. Hungry fingers skimmed over my hard flesh. My back involuntarily arched at the electricity that ripped through me. The pleasure was so profound that I opened my eyes so that I could watch Jules as he worked his magic on me.