Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I eased out slowly before working my way in again, pumping my hips at a leisurely pace. When his fingers dug into my ass, Hutch pulling me closer, I thrust harder, faster.
His cock leaked between us. I couldn’t wait to eat his load when we finished, to share it between us, that proof of the pleasure we coaxed out of one another.
“That as hard as you can go? I’ll give you some pointers if you want.”
I laughed. “Oh, fuck you.”
“I’m trying to get you to.” Hutch’s nails traced up my back, and that was it. I let loose, taking him hard. We were sweaty, our bodies moving together, rough kisses between us, his hands in my hair, on my ass, as I took what was mine, what he gave me, what I would treasure always.
My balls were achy and full. I was close, tingles starting out slowly before working up speed and strength.
“Give it to me, Ryder. Fill me up. I want you inside me.”
His words broke whatever hold I had over myself. The room spun, my world tilting on its axis as I shoved my cock deep and spilled inside him.
Hutch jacked his cock while mine twitched, still spurting, before his nuts drew up, the hot jet of his release landing on his stomach, his chest, and his neck.
I held myself over him, smiling down at this man who’d been in my life since the day I was born and was now so much more. “I love you,” I told him, then leaned down, licked all the cum from him, and kissed him.
“I love you too.” Hutch pulled me down, so I gave him my weight. “And I don’t want to lie anymore. I want to tell them.”
“I want that too. When?” I asked, nerves and excitement battling for dominance in my chest.
“As soon as possible.” Hutch kissed the top of my head, skated his fingers down my spine. “We need to start with Maddy.”
I agreed, nerves taking root inside me. We were going to tell them, and there was a huge possibility it wouldn’t go well. “And whatever happens, I’m not going anywhere, okay?” I looked at him, hoping Hutch saw the seriousness in my eyes.
He nodded. “I’m not going anywhere either.”
19
Hutch
“My head is pounding. Don’t ever let me drink like that again,” Isaac said the following morning, rubbing his temples.
“I don’t think I could have stopped you if I’d tried,” I replied.
With a sigh, he sat at the breakfast bar. “No, probably not. I don’t smell coffee, Hutch. Why don’t I smell coffee?”
Ryder laughed. “I’ll get it going. We just got out of bed too.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me the two of you were together while I was alone. It makes my hangover worse.”
“I don’t think that’s possible, buddy.” His eyes darted down as if he was embarrassed. “Don’t worry about it,” I added. “We all have our shit to work through sometimes. If we can’t vomit around friends, who can we vomit around?”
That earned me a laugh from him. “Thanks, man, for everything. The two of you going out with me and hauling my ass home. I needed it, and I got it all out of my system now, so no more fucked-up Isaac.”
“You’re not fucked up.” Hearing this kind of talk from him was so foreign.
“No, I assure you, I am, but that’s over now. Are you going to feed me too?”
Ryder grinned. “I like you.” He turned to me. “Do you have anything we can make?”
“Yeah, we can figure something out.”
Ryder and I ended up making breakfast burritos for the three of us. Isaac drank his coffee and nursed his hangover. Every once in a while, I’d notice him staring off into space or watching his phone like a hawk, but I didn’t mention it. He knew I was there for him. At some point, he’d tell me.
Ryder and Isaac did get along well together. I liked seeing my friend with the man I’d fallen in love with. There was conversation, laughs, and an all-around good time, from cooking to eating.
“It’s so cute, watching the two of you cook together. Very domestic. I can’t believe Hutch went and fell in love,” Isaac said after we finished our food.
“He didn’t stand a chance against me. Once I decided I wanted him, it was all over,” Ryder replied.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it was the other way around,” I teased, and the three of us laughed.
“On that note, I’m going to help with dishes and then get out of here.”
“You don’t have to worry about it. I’ll wash them up.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks again, man. I owe you one.” Isaac hugged me goodbye.
“I’m here when you’re ready to talk.”
“I know. Thanks.” He said goodbye to Ryder next and then was out the door.
“He’s good people,” Ryder said.
“Yeah, yeah, he is. I just wish I knew what’s bothering him.” I sat on a barstool, leaning against the back.