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)
He was the silent killer who could be pushed for quite some time before he snapped.
I drew a deep breath and closed my eyes, and I wondered how it would feel to really see that side of him. When it was aimed at me, not a nearby sub.
God.
How had I not connected the dots before? This was where that curiosity stemmed from. That fucking jungle takedown. Our wrestle. He was the goddamn reason I’d foolishly checked primal/rough on that kink list we’d handed out. Because he’d ignited something in me, and I wanted more of it.
“Is, uh…” I cleared my throat and pushed down my boxer briefs altogether. “Is there a forested area at the new place?”
I’d only seen pictures of the house we were renting this time.
“I’d say so,” he answered. And I knew that voice. Low and doused in desire. I’d heard it way too many times directed at masochists—which…fuck. I couldn’t help it, but it suddenly sparked jealousy within me. “It’s on the outskirts of Homestead, so we literally have the Everglades in the backyard.”
That’ll do.
I brushed the pad of my thumb over the slit of my cock and smeared out the pre-come.
“You want a second go?” he murmured.
“I think I might.” I raked my teeth over my bottom lip and stroked myself faster. Fuck, that’s it. “You know, to even the score.”
He rumbled a sexy laugh. “Dream on, boy. I’ll have you flat on your back in five minutes.”
I couldn’t force back the groan that wanted to escape, but I was too far gone to give a fuck. The pressure built up rapidly, and I started seeing us running through the Everglades, knocking each other over, throwing punches, never holding back, biting and grabbing—
“The question is what I can do with you when I defeat you,” he said, out of breath.
Christ, he was getting off too, wasn’t he?
I shuddered violently and swallowed against the dryness in my throat.
“Then again, nobody knows you like I do,” he added. “I won’t ask.”
For what, my limits? He better not. As he’d already said—he knew me. He knew.
I didn’t wanna talk about it, because the risk of him actually doing anything was slim to none. He talked the talk to get a rise out of me, but I’d known him long enough never to take the bait.
No, this was better. I’d face him in the dirt once more. I’d get a new fantasy, one I was never going to suppress, and before we got there, I could live on the minuscule what-if. What if he actually threw me down and rapefucked my ass.
Shit.
Pleasure welled up inside and erupted before I could react, and I was thrown into my orgasm.
“Fuck,” I heard him grit out.
I moaned as ropes of come hit my stomach, and I heard him too. His grunts and his growl-like groan; he was coming, and I wanted to fucking see it. Feel it. Taste it…
Goddamn.
My body gave up. Every muscle unclenched, and I melted into the cushions.
“Jesus Christ,” I panted.
He blew out a heavy breath. “Yeah.”
I blinked drowsily, looking for the nearest—fuck it. I picked up my underwear and wiped my stomach.
Had this just happened?
My fucking God.
“I’ll buy you breakfast after security tomorrow if you don’t make shit awkward,” he said.
I let out a tired chuckle. At the moment, I was too blissed out and sufficiently intoxicated. Awkwardness didn’t exist, and I was ready to continue drinking to keep it that way.
How I’d feel when I got up in a few hours—we’d see.
“I think only Five Guys is open when we get there,” I drawled.
“Works for me,” he replied through a yawn. “Goodnight, Max.”
I swallowed. “Night, Reid.”
CHAPTER 4
Reid McKinley
First sign of Max’s hangover? He upgraded us to business and did everything to avoid people. Well, actually, the first sign was probably that he looked like shit.
Third sign, he declined a perfectly good Five Guys burger and looked like he was one whiff of cheese away from vomiting.
I felt my forehead crease, and I bit into my burger. “How much did you drink last night?”
Should I be worried? I’d expected some level of awkwardness after yesterday, but if he’d ended up inhaling a bottle of gin or vodka—his usual poison—maybe he didn’t remember yet.
I was on high alert. Last night had changed things.
“Not that much.” He frowned. “Four or five drinks.”
“So you’re a lightweight now. Good to know.” I nodded at a bench closer to our gate.
He was so done that he didn’t even flip me off.
To me, this could go either way. Last night could mean as much or as little as he wanted. As long as we were good. I’d gone fifteen years fairly certain he was my missing piece—some periods rougher than others. Having him in my life was the most important thing. I guessed…when you got older, you lowered your demands some, and I could survive without that relationship. We still had a bond nobody had been able to sever. Even when we’d been partnered up, we’d sought each other out.