Up For The Challenge Read Online Riley Hart, Devon McCormack

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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“I’m about to,” he warned.

I grabbed my cock. “Me, too.”

He groaned, his face scrunching up as the familiar thrusts let me know he was coming. And then I shot my load across my abs, reveling in the explosive feeling stirred by my own release combined with the way he was deep within me.

He collapsed on top of me, his stomach pressing against mine, getting wet with my load, but he didn’t seem to give a fuck as he kissed me, and I lost myself in the taste of his mouth and tongue.

31

Ethan

I didn’t know why seeing my grandmother yesterday had shaken me up so much. It wasn’t as if we never ran into each other, especially since we both frequented the same café, but it was different seeing her with Sean…as though it made me more vulnerable to her because Sean made me more vulnerable all the way around. He was the only thing in my life that I had ever allowed to mean anything to me other than following in my father’s footsteps and becoming the thing he wanted most in the world—an architect.

It felt like her seeing Sean was her seeing my weakness. He could hurt me the way losing my parents had hurt me. Those were the only two things in my life I’d given that kind of power to.

I felt like a different man with him. A better man. One that understood I’d been going through the motions before I met him and that I hadn’t been as happy as I thought I was.

“What are you thinking about over there?” Sean asked as he drove us to his parents’ house. That was only the second time I’d been to their place—the first since we’d started this boyfriend thing.

Yes, I’d seen them when they stopped by Sean’s place but going to their home felt more intimate. I felt like an outsider, even though I enjoyed his parents and they were good people.

But I wasn’t their family.

“Nothing,” I replied.

“Liar.”

“Always bustin’ my balls,” I teased him.

“No. I just want to play with those.”

We chuckled.

“Seriously, though. Are you feeling uncomfortable going to my parents’ house again? You know they adore you. I thought you felt more comfortable around them now.”

“I do,” I told him. “They’re great. You know me. I’m emotionally stunted.”

“I don’t think you are. Maybe you tried to make yourself believe you were for most of your life, but you’re not, Ethan. I think you feel things more than most people and that’s painful for you.”

And maybe he was right. But there was really no maybe about it. I was a smart man. I knew I hid behind my confidence. “Ugh. Stop trying to be good at everything. You’re not supposed to be able to figure me out all the time. I’ll lose my mystery.”

“I don’t think you’ll ever lose that. And you like that I’m so damn good. I keep you on your toes.”

“I like it better when you keep me on my back…or my hands and knees.”

“Dirty boy,” Sean replied. “Don’t get me hard before we pull into my parents’ house. You know them. They’ll call me on it.”

Yes, yes they would.

Sean parked. I grabbed the potato salad from the back, which had been a hit at the barbecue, as I’d known it would be. We made our way up the stairs and onto the porch. This time, his parents didn’t meet us at the door.

Sean knocked and then opened it.

“We’re back here, boys,” his mom called out and somehow, that one statement caused my gut to twist. It was so simple, so…normal, that it made me feel like I belonged here. Boys. I was one of her boys.

They were in the backyard; apparently they enjoyed being outdoors. They were having another barbecue, only this time it was just the four of us.

Me and my boyfriend’s parents. What the fuck had happened in my life?

Sean opened the screen. His mom got out of her chair, kissed his cheek and then mine. “Here, Ethan. Let me put this in the fridge.” She grabbed the bowl from my hand and disappeared inside.

“Are you guys going to swim?” Johnnie asked as he lounged in the pool. We’d worn tanks and our swimming trunks over, and carried a change of clothes with us. We hadn’t gotten in the pool last time we were here, but I was looking forward to it.

I stepped out of my flip-flops and said, “Yes, we are,” before I swooped in, picked up Sean and jumped into the pool with him. His own sandals had fallen off when I did. He broke the top of the water, his hair plastered to his head and a smile so bright it stung my eyes.

“Oh, this means war, Mr. Harris,” he replied.

“I’m counting on it, Mr. Wright.” Because I enjoyed everything with Sean. Looked forward to everything with Sean, and I wanted nothing more than to hold on to that feeling as long as possible.



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