Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“Mom, you’re making me blush.”
“What?” she protests. “We always thought he was looking for a girl, but, well, this other one looks not too different from the back of your head, Chase. Black wavy hair, huh?”
She laughs and Logan looks like he wants to crawl under the table.
“We’re so proud of him,” his father says, sliding his phone away. “We always knew he’d be successful. But we just want him to be happy. You know?”
I bite the inside of my cheek, my heart soaring.
I couldn’t imagine my father ever having said that about me.
I’m pretty certain he never thought about my happiness as a priority at all.
“You both raised Logan so well, clearly,” I tell them. “He’s so kind to me.”
“We hope to see more of you, Chase,” his mom says.
Soon, she moves on to telling me about her gardening hobby, and then his father talks a bit about the woodworking he’s been getting into lately.
And I feel comfortable with them, even though Logan was correct when he described them as “traditional.”
Logan reaches under the table as we eat dessert, always keeping his hand on my thigh, touching me when he knows I need an anchor.
CHAPTER 29
LOGAN
Later, after my parents have left, I follow Chase into the shower in the master bedroom of my house.
Having him here, in my real home, instead of a hotel, has been disorienting in the best way.
Like a fantasy just stepped into my reality.
This house always felt lonely, before, and tonight, it felt like a home.
I walk into the bathroom and he’s already naked before he steps into the shower. He reaches down and runs his palm over his cock, turning and instantly noticing that I’m gawking.
“If you’re in here with me, I’m going to have to come,” he says in a low tone. He starts to stroke himself. “You know it turns me on too much to be naked near you.”
“Fuck,” I whisper.
I hadn’t known if he was too exhausted, after everything.
But I should have known better. There are some things that Chase would never be too tired for.
My cock is suddenly harder than a fucking diamond, all at once.
The past couple of days have been so brutal that the simplicity of being naked again with him feels like finding water in a desert. Before he gets into the shower, Chase reaches out a finger and gives a little tug on my belt loop, nodding.
“Take them off.”
My fingers are fumbling for the top button a moment later. My movements are sloppy, but I need these pants off faster, because the room is starting to steam up and I can’t take the feeling of the clothes anymore.
I strip off everything I’m wearing. I move to at least fold them on top of the counter but Chase grips my wrist, yanking me back toward the shower.
I step in and practically topple against him.
He leans back against the tile wall and my body covers his as I press my hands up against the wall surrounding him.
I rut my hips on him like I’m an animal. It doesn’t even feel like I’m in control of the motion, humping myself up against the top of his thigh, right beside his cock, and I can’t stop myself.
“God, every time I’m near you, you’re better than I remembered,” he says, bringing his hands to my hips and firmly pushing me away.
I moan softly, hating the sudden lack of friction as he puts space between us.
But then he rewards me, a moment later.
His hand closes around my cock and he grips it tight. “Just wanted room to touch you.”
I speak way louder than I mean to. “It’s so fucking good, Chase.”
He grips me confidently, stroking from root to tip. I can’t help but collapse forward against him a little again, hanging my head in the space just above his shoulder, but I leave just enough room to give him space to handle my cock.
We’re just outside of the shower’s spray, and I can smell him.
The faint hint of lime still on his lips from when he squeezed it into his drink earlier tonight.
Even the smell of his armpit as he strokes me is intoxicating, and that’s something I’ve never enjoyed on anyone else.
I’m crazy for him.
“Need to see you come for me,” he tells me, the side of his head softly colliding with the side of mine, hot and slightly damp from the mist. “Need you to come all over my hand and my cock, and then you’re going to use it to get me off, too.”
My heart soars.
He’s himself again.
No amount of bad days could ever stop him from having that delicious, bossy attitude.
His grip is firm and unrelenting, like he’s demanding that I come, expertly coaxing it out of me with every rough movement of his fingers.
“I fucking love it when you tell me what you want.”