Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
She throws her hands in the air, and it’s funny to see how expressive she is when Corvus is such an ice sculpture. I wonder if that’s what his father was like. “Well, the wedding of course! I started making arrangements and there’s so much we need to discuss. I also obviously need to talk to you about this whole… gay thing, but the wedding takes precedence.”
Now it’s gotten real, and even my marble statue of a future husband crumbles.
“What? What are you talking about? Since when are you in charge of my wedding?”
She straightens and puts her hands on her hips with a combative frown. “Since you’re my son and I’ve dreamed of this for years. Can I not have this one thing after you kept me in the dark for so long? I didn’t even push you towards marriage. I’m just facilitating what you already said you intend!”
I see this as an opportunity to get in her good graces, so I slide my arm to Corvus’s waist. “I mean… you’re busy, I don’t know the first thing about weddings, so why not let your mother help?”
It seems like the perfect reaction until Corvus’s eyes flash in alarm, and he goes rigid at my touch. But before he can protest, his mother claps her gloved hands.
“I’m happy at least one of you is reasonable. Here, this is my number,” she says, handing me a little card.
I quickly make use of my new phone and text her so she can have mine. As her smile widens, so grows the relief in my heart. Corvus might be worried, but I’m sure it will be for the better to appease her.
“Put me in as Daphne. Do we have a date set yet?” she asks, looking giddy, as if she didn’t glare at me with disgust only minutes prior.
“No,” Corvus says without missing a beat.
“Okay, okay, I’ll look at booking things that aren’t as time sensitive first.” She claps her hands then hugs Corvus and it’s like watching an innocent child handle a snake as if it’s a toy. “I can’t believe my son’s getting married. I’m so happy!”
So am I. Until I notice the tight set to Corvus’s shoulders, and his wide eyes. The man is looking shellshocked.
Guess I’ll just have to give him a relaxing massage at home. One with a happy end.
Chapter 18
Corvus
Two weeks later
Half an hour ago, I told Dalton no, but now I’m naked, bent over the kitchen island, and his tongue is up my asshole. My muscles turn liquid with each stroke, and as he squeezes my buttocks hard, before pulling them wider apart, I start sliding off the counter. A moan stutters out of my lips when the smooth wood pulls on my hard nipples, and I straighten my arms, grabbing the faucet of the sink on the other side of the island.
I’m still embarrassed of him kissing me so intimately. I worry my body might work against me, that I might not smell or taste right, but the steady, delicious glide of Dalton’s tongue takes away all my fears and worries. He’s so hungry for me, for every bit of my body, and I let him feast.
I did hook up with people in the past, but even my first time pales in comparison to the things Dalton has done to me in the past two weeks.
Has it really been that long?
We spend lots of time together, sleep in the same bed, but I’m still not sick of the stranger invading my home. Maybe it’s the novelty of having steady access to someone who can satisfy me sexually, but the idea of sequestering him in separate quarters has long since died, and I find myself missing his company whenever I leave for work.
I no longer worry he’s going to flee.
I jog with him each morning and spend my evenings on the sofa, showing him movies he didn’t know existed. I even agreed to watch the newest superhero blockbuster when he got all excited to see it. It was… okay. But Dalton made us popcorn and managed not to burn down the kitchen in the process, so it was nice to turn my brain off and lean against him.
I actually sleep through the night now, as if the steady weight of another body next to me has quieted the demons warning me each noise is evidence of a break-in. I used to always check each creak I heard. Now, I assume Dalton has walked into something, which might not have improved my personal safety, but it does make me way more peaceful.
“No…” I whine when he pulls his face from in between my ass cheeks. All the nerve endings of my pucker are throbbing with the need to be licked again. He’s so damn good at it.
But I can’t complain when he forces my legs wider apart and sucks in half my dick in one go. My toes curl, my balls tighten, and the hairs on the backs of my thighs bristle when he slides his massive hands up them.