Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
My comedy routine earned me another eye roll, but Rafe’s grin was pure sunshine.
“Here goes…you’re extremely generous and you’re a good person, Gus. A little irritating at times, and yet lately, very thoughtful. I don’t know what’s inspired your recent roommate chivalry, but it’s much appreciated.”
I froze at the sincerity, feeling oddly exposed for a beat. “Uh…thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now it’s your turn.”
“I, uh…I’m supposed to give you a compliment now?”
Rafe pursed his lips in amusement. “Yep. Do your worst.”
This was my cue to say something goofy and hustle us into the store before they sold out of corn dogs. It was all on the tip of my tongue, but butterflies had started churning in my stomach now, and he was aglow with sparkling eyes and a winning smile.
Damn it, confidence looked good on him. I felt dizzy under the weight of his expectant stare. And dazzled.
“You’re really fucking hot in that costume. Like…luminescent or something.”
“Luminescent?”
Oh, fuck. Dial it down, man.
Not possible. My mouth was running again.
“Everything about you just twinkled like stardust and—sorry, I’m being weird. I just…I don’t know if I’m in a sober spiral or if it was that kiss or—”
“You think I’m…hot?” he interrupted, scrunching his nose as if skeptically testing the integrity of that three-letter word.
I nodded like a puppet on a string. “Yeah. Very…very hot. And very—”
Rafe lunged across the console and crashed our mouths together. I didn’t overthink it. My dick was so on board with whatever was happening, it wasn’t even funny. Desire zinged throughout my system in a heady rush, urging me to take what was offered.
I put my hand on Rafe’s nape, cradling his head as I tilted my chin and pushed inside. He moaned at the contact and in a flash, he was practically on top of me, ravaging me, stoking a fire with every twist of his talented tongue.
We made out like a couple of rabid horny teens until the windows fogged and the air was muggy with lust and a heavy cloud of pheromones.
Rafe gasped as he flopped into the passenger seat, a hand covering his bee-stung lips. “We’re good at that.”
“Yeah.” My voice was gravelly and hoarse, and my head was spinning. “Wanna get out of here?”
“God, yes.”
CHAPTER 13
GUS
I barely remembered the ride to Smithton. I was hard as a rock, and my mind was buzzing. I felt as if I were intoxicated, drunk and high on something—someone—new and unexpected.
Rafe.
If I had half a brain, I’d realize we’d made a sharp turn down a tricky path. One did not fuck around with one’s roommate and come out unscathed. There’d be consequences and repercussions.
Then again, our lease was up in June, and we were two consenting adults dealing with personal bullshit. A little healthy sexual stress release was never a bad thing, right?
Rafe was out of my truck and had the key inserted in the front door before I climbed the first step to the porch. I grabbed the plastic bag in his arm and motioned for him to move aside.
“Here. I’ll do it.”
He obeyed, gliding inside as I flung the door open. The moment it was closed and the lock secured, he undressed in a flurry of movement, flinging his sweater into the living room, kicking off his shoes, and fumbling with his belt buckle.
I was one step behind, too entranced by the show to do anything but stare in wonder at his sleek, toned, fucking gorgeous body. I snapped out of it and pulled him to me, groaning at the thrill of holding a naked Rafe in my arms. I squeezed his bare ass and sucked his tongue, trying and failing not to rut like a teenager in heat.
Rafe didn’t seem to mind. He went a little nuts when I traced his crack.
“Oh…yes. That’s so good.”
“To be clear, I want to fuck you into next week,” I growled. “I know that’s too much too soon, but…can I touch you?”
“Mmm. Yes.”
I wrapped my hand around his rigid cock and stroked him from root to tip, loving the sound of his needy moans as he dropped his head on my shoulder.
“Look at me, Rafe. Is this okay?”
“Yes, yes, yes. I want this. Just…keep going,” he panted.
No problem. I sucked his bottom lip. “Okay. We can go easy and—”
“Don’t go easy on me. You said you liked hot sex against the wall, well…I think I’ll like that too.”
I shivered. “Upstairs. Go.”
I palmed my aching cock through my jeans as I watched him scramble up the stairs. Stunned and horny was an odd combination, but I regained my senses quickly, draped the garment bag across the newel post, and headed after Rafe.
I found him flat on his back in the middle of his mattress, stroking his dick as if this were just something we did in front of each other. For the record…we didn’t.