Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Gent’s eyes were bright with desire, and his cheeks and chest were flushed pink. I loved seeing him like this, vulnerable in a way few people got to see him. It was a revelation, watching him turn human before my very eyes. No longer was I rolling around naked with a famous singer. I was indulging in sexual pleasure with a man who seemed to want me as much as I wanted him.
I reached for his shoulders and rolled us around until I was beneath him on the bed. My knees came up to my shoulders as I grabbed a pillow for under my hips and murmured more pleas. Gent looked dazed with lust, as if his efforts to make me crazy had doubled back on himself. He lurched over to the side table and grabbed a condom. I didn’t want to think about why he had them when his plan had been time alone in a secluded cabin.
It wasn’t my place to be jealous of a man like Gent, someone sexy and magnetic in the prime of his life. He probably had people banging down his door at all hours, desperate for a chance to get into bed with him. But he’d picked me for tonight, and that was good enough. In fact, it was incredible. Right now it was just him and me and this dizzying, unexpected connection.
When he entered my body, I hissed at the pressure and tried to relax. I was too keyed up to want to slow down, but the man’s cock was way too big for me to take it fast either.
“Easy,” he murmured against the shell of my ear. “Take a breath. There. Oh fuck.” His words changed into formless sounds of pleasure as he rocked inside and filled me.
I loved feeling him move and listening to the sounds of his voice all around me. It was mesmerizing and hot, reassuring and sweet. When I sensed him getting close, I stroked myself to his pace until both of us came noisily and collapsed in a gasping, sweaty heap.
Holy fuck.
Gentry Kane had just fucked me. And that was all it took for me to fall even deeper into an impossible crush on him. Because now he was more than just a beautiful man with a magical voice.
He was the man who’d begged for my touch, seemed to care about what I had to say, and asked me to stay.
I was never going to be the same again.
7
Gent
We’d eventually decided to get up and share a shower before hopping back in bed for some lazy snuggling. I was pleasantly surprised to discover I enjoyed lounging around in bed with Winter. Often, when I hooked up with someone, I wanted them gone fairly quickly so I could get back to my own life, whether that was work or sleep. But being with Winter was different, and I wanted to do more than just fuck. I wanted to know more about him, how his sister felt about having a brother who helped her with college and how he was going to manage juggling a full-time job with a part-time one in order to make it happen.
I drew light shapes on his back with my fingers while he dozed, and I was surprised when his sleepy voice emerged from where he lay on my chest.
“What do you like to do besides singing and playing guitar?” he asked.
“Mm. Good question. I like to cook a little. I also run. I like to do charity races and stuff like that. I also recently took a couple of photography classes. Sometimes I like to go hiking with a couple of the other guys from the band if we’re staying in a place with good places to see. I thought taking pictures would be a good way of reminding me to slow down and take in the view. I really like it so far. I’m not all that great at it, but I enjoy the process and I like learning more about it.”
“I could take you on a hike on Rockley Mountain if you have enough cold weather gear,” he offered. “It’s usually sunny enough to be manageable once you get moving and get your blood flowing. I love to hike. It’s one of the things I was most excited about when I got the job in Aster Valley. This place used to be a ski resort, so there are a ton of trails and log roads, things like that.”
Winter’s hair smelled like my shampoo, and his skin was soft from the shower. I couldn’t keep my hands off him. “I’d like that, but we’d have to go somewhere private in case I suddenly needed to get you naked again.”
He chuckled. “I take back what I said about the sun making it warm enough.”