Crossing Borders (Blackbridge Security #10) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Blackbridge Security Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
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Walking back to his room, it hits me that he’s doing all the same damn things I did with Fletcher. I had to make sure no one knew. I had to hide and sneak and pretend the man didn’t know what my come-face was. I feel all the things Brooks must be feeling now for doing this to Fletcher. It fucking sucks to hide even though we’ve told the world we’re together. Doing what we’ve done makes it more real, and the man wants no part of it.

“We can order room service,” Brooks offers once we’re back in his room.

“I’m not hungry,” I mutter as I strip out of the clothes I had delivered earlier.

He watches me, desire filling his eyes, and despite needing to distance myself from him on that level, my body responds to his need.

I don’t know where I gather the strength from, but I manage just enough to walk past him in my boxers into the bathroom.

Maybe locking the door behind me is petty, but I doubt he’d follow me in here anyway.

I piss, wash my hands, and brush my teeth, avoiding the mirror the entire time. I don’t want to see what he sees. It doesn’t matter anyway.

He disappears into the bathroom the second I step out, and I don’t hesitate to crawl under the covers.

He’s out a few minutes later, stripped to the skin, and I have to look away. He’s not hard, but he’s still mouthwatering with golden skin and hard-earned muscles.

After turning off all the lights, he climbs into the other side of the bed, and the silence around us is thick and heavy… awkward.

Yep, I should’ve just gone home.

“Can I hold you?”

His voice in the quiet room startles me, and I can’t answer him immediately. I know the seconds I spend resisting his touch are just a waste of time. I know exactly where I’m going to end up because I’ve always chased that type of high. It’s why I’ve spent so many years on stage. It’s an adrenaline rush. I love the way it makes my heart race.

He doesn’t say a word when I roll into him and settle my hand on his abdomen. He doesn’t stroke my back or tease my hair. He doesn’t roll his hips to hint that he wants me to lower my hand.

I’m right on the cusp of sleep when something bangs against the wall. My ears perk, but I remain on his chest, waiting and trying to figure out what the hell made the noise.

Is someone in the hallway? It sounded like it came from the bathroom in this room.

“It’s from the room next door,” Brooks explains, a little laughter in his voice.

There’s another bump, then a low moan.

“Sounds like they’re having fun,” I mutter, my cock liking the idea of listening to another couple fuck.

“It’s Kit and his sister’s best friend Jules.”

Brooks mentioned his best friend’s crush on that woman yesterday.

“How are you so sure?”

“They’ve been sneaking around all weekend.”

“They aren’t the only ones,” I mutter, and it’s the last thing said between us.

I don’t know if he can feel the weight of my words, but I lie there, awake for hours, wishing I had the courage to say more.

***

“That’s borderline abusive,” I mutter when Brooks rolls his hips away from mine.

He grins, a seductive, teasing look.

For all my resistance and self-loathing last night, I couldn’t keep my distance when I woke up with Brooks’s hand stroking my cock.

It didn’t take long for him to strip my boxers off and cover my body with his, and this is how we’ve been for the last ten minutes, kissing, grinding, teasing.

“You seem a little needy,” he says with another roll of his hips.

I bite my tongue before a true confession can slip out. I may be desperate to come, but I have enough brain power left not to tell him that it’s him. He’s the one that makes me lose my mind. I don’t tell him that I’ll never be the same after this weekend.

“You’re the one leaking precum all over me.”

He looks down between us where are cocks are lined up together. “I’m pretty sure you’re contributing to some of this.”

His hips roll again. If I thought Brooks was the type of man to lie to get what he wants, I’d question his declaration that he’s never been with a man. He seems too natural, too giving, too open to what we’ve done.

“My turn,” I say, moving him off me so I can straddle his hips.

He must want what I have to offer because I’d never have the ability to move him if he resisted.

“Jesus,” he hisses when I take us both in hand. “Why does that feel so fucking good?”

I want to tell him because it’s us, make him see that it will never be like this with anyone else, as I use both hands to stroke the lengths of our cocks.



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