Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Umm… “You don’t have any in your wallet?”
His answering, “Don’t you?” told me my answer.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. Now we were both naked and neither of us were prepared to take this any further.
Figures.
“You keep no condoms or lube in your place?”
He had the gall to sound annoyed when he was the one who showed up unexpectedly?
I opened my eyes so I could glare at his scowling face. “You came here to fuck me and didn’t bring any?”
“I didn’t come here to fuck you,” he growled, standing there naked with his dick in his now still hand.
I sighed. “Right. Sure you didn’t. Keep lying to yourself.”
His jaw got as hard as his erection. My educated guess was that it wouldn’t be hard for long and I was about to miss out.
Damn it.
Then it hit me where I kept some. My truck. From when I used to meet up with other men in other towns for drinks or dinner or… my favorite “dessert.”
I did a quick inventory of my glovebox in my head. How old were those condoms? Did I still have enough lube? I wouldn’t know the answers until I went down to check.
I glanced at my cum-painted stomach and now flaccid cock.
Not only was the man difficult to deal with, so was trying to have sex with him!
I clenched my teeth and lifted a hand. I was impressed when he understood my non-verbal signal and slapped his hand in mine to help haul me to my feet.
After snagging my old T-shirt from the floor, I scrubbed it down my abdomen, wiping away the evidence of my ejaculation.
I swore Chase could ruin a wet dream.
“Well?”
Again… He had the balls to sound annoyed? “Really? You’re acting like I’m the one at fault here?”
“Who doesn’t keep condoms and lube around?”
I paused pulling on my boxers, lifted my head and glared at him again. “Do we want to make a bet that your cabin has none, either?”
Of course that got him to pin his mouth shut.
“That’s what I thought. Why buy lube when lotion works just as well? Plus, leaves me silky smooth.” I made a jerk-off motion with my fist, then tipped my head toward my nightstand on the opposite side of the bed that held a huge bottle of lotion. The family-sized one with the pump I bought at Costco. I didn’t get there often but when I did, I also stocked up on tissues.
Those were sitting by the bed, as well.
With one raised eyebrow, his eyes sliced from my nightstand back to me.
I grumbled my warning, “No judgment,” and finished sliding my boxers on.
“Where are you going?”
“In my boxers? Nowhere. But after I pull on a pair of jeans, I’m going out to my truck to check my glovebox for the needed supplies.”
“You keep some in your truck.”
Funny, because that didn’t sound like he was asking, it sounded like he was confirming a suspicion.
“Yes. Because my five-fingered friend is my only partner around here. At least… Until tonight.” I raised both eyebrows at him. “If you would’ve warned me you were coming…”
“I didn’t come here for sex.”
“Of course. We’re sticking to that story.” I shook my head, snagged my discarded jeans from earlier off the chair next to my closet, yanked them up my legs, found a T-shirt without any cum stains and pulled that over my head. When I glanced back at Chase, he’d been watching me.
His cock was now as deflated as mine and his hands were planted on his naked hips.
“Why the hell do you look annoyed? I’m the one who has to get dressed and run down to my truck. I’m the one who’s getting bent over and getting a cock rammed up my ass. I’m the one getting the short end of the—” I glanced down at his cock. “You’re right, the water had been cold. There’s nothing short about that. At least you have that going for you.”
I didn’t wait to hear his response. Instead, I ripped open the bedroom door, dodged Timber rushing in, acting like he had almost died because I had shut him out, and strode out of my apartment, only pausing at the door to slip on my flip-flops.
I was down at my truck and back within minutes. I grabbed what I found and figured I’d look at it closer once I was back inside.
I was relieved when I finally had enough light to read the expiration date on the box of condoms and to see how full the tube of lube was. Thankfully, we were set. The condoms were still good and the tube three-quarters full.
Except going out into the fresh air had made me rethink things. Rethink the unbearable bear waiting for me in my bedroom.
Once again, I wondered if it was worth grappling with a grumpy grizzly to get to the cuddly teddy that could be at his core.