Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
I scrubbed my hands over my face and did my best to hold back, but he didn’t make it easy for me. I’d parted my legs for comfort, and he’d seen it as an invitation to slide a finger inside me while he sucked me off, which fucked with my head. Did I like it too much? Was I a bottom now, because clearly I couldn’t stop moaning?
You and your goddamn labels. Just fucking enjoy it.
Right.
I blew out a harsh breath and returned one hand to the back of his head.
Couldn’t he join me in bed? Did he have to stand there next to it? I didn’t wanna go to the pool anymore. I wanted to stay here and lose myself in Reid.
He hummed around my cock before taking me deep. The head of me pushed against the back of his throat.
“Fuck,” I exhaled. “I’m getting close.”
He flashed me a wolfish look and redoubled his efforts, followed by a second finger that he pushed inside me dry. I cursed at the burn, but I unclenched quickly when I noticed that the sensation only fueled me like it had last night. Holy fuck, that felt incredible.
Within seconds, I was pushed over the edge, and he finger-fucked me hard and fast as I started coming. I groaned, maybe too loudly, but I couldn’t fucking help it. The sensations were so strong that I dug my head into the pillow and nearly arched off the mattress.
Reid swallowed around me over and over, until I was getting too sensitive and gasped and squirmed under him. Mother of… I released a labored breath and collapsed, all but melting into the mattress, and he sucked me clean and carefully withdrew his fingers before easing off.
“I’ll go grab your trunks in the bathroom.” He looked damn pleased with himself.
My heart was still pounding.
“You think I have energy to hit the pool now?”
He laughed from behind the bathroom door and poked his head out. “It’s our last day, darlin’. Get a move on.”
He should’ve thought of that before he’d sucked the life out of me.
That evening, we had dinner on the deck. Reid, Sam, and Shawn had put together one hell of a barbecue, and I had contributed by making sure the brats didn’t run around the grill. In short, Rome and I had tossed the boys into the pool repeatedly.
I’d gotten my annual gym workout.
Once everyone was seated around the big table, we’d barely filled our plates with meats, sausages, and potato salad before Cas asked where we were going next year.
I had no preference and focused on loading up on salad. Reid had so much more energy than I did, so I’d decided to get a bit healthier. I was already planning on spending the night at his place frequently, so I could walk to work or take my bike.
“I reckon we’ve been all over Florida by now,” Sam replied.
“Yeah, but we need the heat,” Amir chimed in. “Where else can we go in November that’s this warm?”
My mouth watered at the sight of the barbecue glaze trickling down from my ribs. The chorizo looked damn good too.
“The Bahamas aren’t far away,” Reid suggested. “We could also rent a boat and sail around the Keys.”
I liked both those options, and so did the others.
Including Sam, though he had another idea as well. “I understand we wanna go someplace warm, but I’m still gonna put this out there. A cabin in the middle of nowhere, semi-close to a ski resort, and chasing down brats in the snow.”
Oh, that was intriguing.
“Oh my gosh, imagine being thrown in the snow when your back is full of welts and bruises,” Shawn said with a shudder.
“Well, now…” Rome grinned.
I exchanged a glance with Reid, thinking how it would feel to add extreme cold to our rough play.
The latter was something I wanted us to discuss either way, because I was kinda disappointed I didn’t have as many bruises as I’d wanted. A ton of scrapes and red marks from his hands and fingers, but very few purplish bruises. He didn’t have many of those either. And I wanted marks everywhere. Starting when we got home and christened his bed.
I smiled a little to myself as I realized the label of sadomasochist had always suited me well. Why had that never been enough? Why had I dismissed it in a pursuit of a lifestyle kind of role?
Did everything boil down to Reid?
I still felt incredibly at ease after last night. I didn’t have that internal war raging anymore. I’d found my place—and I knew who I was, what I was.
“You’re not sayin’ much, Max,” LC noted.
I snapped my head up. Right. I supposed I could dig up two cents to give.
I shifted in my seat and cut into my chorizo. “To be honest, I don’t have much of a preference, so long as Reid and I get to treat each other like crash test dummies.” I earned myself some chuckles at that, and Reid gave my thigh a squeeze under the table. “If there’s one thing I’d like to change, it’s the length of the trip. I’d like to go away for a week.”