Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
His hand roams upward and he runs his hand along the front of my body, brushing over my nipples in a way that gives me goosebumps. He moves up to my collarbone, touching me like I’m precious.
How could I ever have thought his eyes looked cruel, or mean?
The way he’s looking at me now, with that luminous grey shining under the moonlight from the window, makes me feel like I’d give every piece of my soul to the man if I could.
Dangerous.
“I’ll tell you first, then,” he says, his lashes flicking down, then back up toward my gaze. “I’ve come to the thought of you a lot since the Zenith night.”
“Bullshit.”
He lifts his eyebrows. “You give good head, Knox. Seeing you across the table in the dining hall after that night I almost wanted to drag you into a bathroom stall and make you give it to me again.”
“God,” I groan, rubbing at my face.
He’s making me so fucking hard.
My cock, my nipples, every tense part of my body on high alert for him, like I’m hanging on every touch he gives me.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me,” he teases.
I drop my hands from my face and force myself to look at him again.
“Every time,” I say.
My voice comes out hesitantly, like I’m admitting a deep, dark truth.
“You’ve thought of me every single time you’ve come since that night?” he asks.
I sigh. “Why does it matter? It was hot. Obviously. It was the first time I did stuff like that with a guy, and it turns out I definitely wasn’t wrong about my attraction to men, so… why are you fucking smiling at me like that?”
He puffs out a laugh and I reach out to give his shoulder a little shove in bed.
“You like my cock, that’s why,” he teases me. “I’m flattered.”
“You like mine too.”
“I fucking love your cock. That isn’t a secret, babe.”
My sleepiness fades all at once, just for a minute.
I launch into an attack.
I move to tackle him backward, pinning him back onto the bed as I get above him in a straddle.
“You said you were going to try to help me sleep,” I tell him.
“I will, I will, I promise,” he protests. “This isn’t making it any easier, though.”
I lie back down just as quickly as I got on top of him, because I can’t handle being in a position where I could envision him fucking me that easily.
I need to chill out.
Sev doesn’t want what I want.
And I’m only making myself crazier being so close to him, knowing I won’t be able to resist a single goddamn moment of his physical touch.
I bring the covers up near my face as if they’re armor protecting me from doing something bad.
“Good night, Sev. And don’t fuckin’ fall asleep in here, okay?”
“I won’t, I won’t,” he tells me.
I feel his hand come up and gently start to run his fingers through my hair again. I don’t complain about it, because it feels like heaven on Earth, and I can’t deny that.
He keeps doing it softly, and slowly.
I’ll never understand why it seems to be so much easier to fall asleep when Sevan’s there beside me, like his presence alone makes me feel steadier, like nothing could hurt me when he’s at my side.
If I told you that, would you freak?
“Wes,” he says quietly just as I’m about to nod off.
“Yeah?”
“I really didn’t want help,” he says, “but I’m glad you and Niko came anyway.”
I hate how good that makes me feel.
“It’s really no problem,” I mumble. “And your mom is great. She’ll be okay, even with the divorce.”
“I can’t imagine why she wants to date again. Can’t even fathom it.”
I breathe in a long, slow breath, feeling Sev’s fingers carding through my hair. “She’s just waiting for someone special.”
I’m silent again for a while, thinking of Sev’s room again now, all of the amazing trinkets he’s built or repaired.
“Y’know, I really do love your grandfather’s watch. You should wear it more often,” I murmur at him.
He hums as I feel him press a kiss to the back of my neck.
“You can have it. My gift.”
“Hmm? But it’s your grandfather’s.”
“It’s not my style anyway. It’s yours.”
I make a sound that I hope conveys how pleased I am, but the way Sev’s rubbing my back again now is making me fall asleep like a baby. I know soon enough, he’s going to get up and go back to the living room.
I doze off peacefully, falling into a pure, dreamless sleep.
Too good.
And I like it way, way too much.
But the next time I open my eyes, my limbs feel heavy, and there’s already very bright light shining through the window.
It’s morning.
And Sevan is still right there behind me, asleep.
Fuck.
14
Sevan
“Give me your ass again,” I mutter softly, still half-asleep, fumbling in front of me with my eyes closed. I want to push my morning wood up against Weston’s ass and it’s gone missing, suddenly, and in my sleepy state I’m very annoyed by that.