Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Whoa, are you okay?” The seriousness in his tone as he stares me in the eyes makes me burst out laughing.
“Come on. Let’s get you to the couch, and I’m going to get you some water and aspirin.”
Talon’s arms come around my waist, and he buries his head in my neck. “Okay.”
I help him over to the plush couch of the penthouse suite. Guess my plans for the night are officially canceled. Now I’ll be dealing with drunk Talon, which is super similar to dealing with my five-year-old niece when she’s overtired.
When I get back to the living room area, Talon’s stretched out along the couch.
He grins up at me. “Hey, Miller, guess what?”
I humor him. “What?”
“We fucking won.”
I can’t help smiling. “Yeah. You did.”
Talon shakes his head. “No. We did. I did it for you. And you weren’t there, but you were there, and I understand why, and—”
“Talon, you’re rambling.”
“We need to celebrate.”
“Think you already did that, buddy. Here. Drink up.” I hand Talon the pills and water.
He pulls himself up into a seated position and doesn’t take his eyes off me as he swallows it down. He moves the glass to a small side table beside the couch while his free hand grips my hip, holding me in place.
Talon looks up at me again, and I recognize that glimmer in his eyes. I knew it long before he ever directed it at me.
“You’re drunk,” I say.
“Celebrate.” Talon reaches for the button on my jeans.
My hand covers his. “Not like this.”
“You’re right. We need a bed.”
Smartass. “You’re incorrigible.”
“You know this already.” Talon stands and pulls me against him. His lips ghost my cheek. “I missed you.”
I close my eyes and take in his words, because I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to him saying stuff like that. It doesn’t seem real.
He pulls back and his glassy eyes meet mine. “Do you think it’s possible to be in love with someone for years and not know it?”
My breath hitches. “W-what?”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Talon continues to ramble. “There’s no way. I mean … how could you not know, you know?”
I have no idea what he’s saying right now. “Okay, you’re drunker than I thought. Let’s get you to bed.”
He smiles. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about.”
“We’re not doing anything tonight.”
“Why?” He pouts, and it looks ridiculous.
“Because your first time with a guy isn’t going to be a fuzzy memory in the morning.”
“Aww, thanks for trying to keep my virtue intact, but I’m not a virgin here.”
I scoff. “This has nothing to do with your virtue and everything to do with having a crystal-clear memory of everything I do to you so you come begging for more.”
Talon groans, and my cock wants to make that sound come out of him again and again. My head might be on right, but clearly, it’s not connected to my dick. Either that or it just doesn’t understand this is a no-go.
“Come on. Sleep it off, and I promise if you’re not hungover when you wake up, I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
“I’m sober right now. I can prove it. Ask me something.”
Oh, Talon wants to play a game?
“How many presidents have there been?” I try to keep a straight face.
Talon looks pensive as he thinks about it, and it’s so adorable. “Dude. You need to ask me something I’d know.”
I push him toward the huge double doors leading to the master bedroom. “Get in bed already.”
Talon spins toward me and almost falls. “Are you at least going to stay with me?”
“I’ve slept in a bed with you countless times where I haven’t been allowed to touch you. I think I can handle it.”
Oh God, there’s that look again. The mischievous I solemnly swear I am up to no good glimmer in his eye.
“Don’t even think about trying something, Marc.”
Talon’s entire face lights up. “Me? Never.” His hand slides down my back and doesn’t stop.
“Then why are your hands already on my ass?”
Talon glances around me to see. “Huh. How did that happen?”
“Have no idea,” I say dryly.
“Can we make out a little?” Talon slurs.
I laugh. “Sure. You’re so drunk you’re probably not gonna be able to get it up anyway.”
Talon pulls me against him, trying to push his half-hard cock into me. “Not able to get it up, huh?”
“Halfway doesn’t count.”
Talon grumbles as he makes his way to the bed and falls on his back. He covers his eyes with his arm, while his legs still hang off the end of the bed. “I ruined it.”
I frown. “Ruined what?”
“Tonight.” Talon reaches for me, and I step between his legs. He tries to get up but fails. “Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about having you all to myself? In the same room? Then I had to go and get wasted off my face.”