Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“Exactly. Insert joke about horny unicorns here.” Levi’s gray eyes meet mine, and something weird happens in my chest.
It’s all fluttery and nervous but warm too. Like the feeling I get with my family. Or when I visit Chicago. It’s like that choked-up emotion I get on the field when we win a game. It’s like … home.
Levi’s mouth opens, but before he can say anything, I can’t hold back any longer.
I close the gap between us and cover his lips with mine, swallowing the small gasp that leaves him and then wrapping my arms around his back as he melts into me.
And all I can think is he’s exactly where he belongs.
CHAPTER NINE
levi
Damn. It’s graduation night all over again. Only this time, Peyton’s the confident one, kissing me first instead of the other way around.
Thinking back to that night, I was so confident in the way I carried myself. I was calm on the outside when I was a bundle of trembling nerves on the inside. I guess the weed helped cover it. Plus, I’d been drinking. It numbed me enough to be able to fake it on the outside.
I’m supposed to be older now. The one who has had more experience than Peyton. But I think my spirit has been worn down so much over the last four years that the confident Vanderbilt I was raised to be has been taken over by the insecure artist I am deep down.
The one who doesn’t know if his art is even any good.
The one who questions if throwing away my socialite life to sculpt clay or wood or any other material I could bend to my will was a smart move.
But this, right here, in Peyton’s arms, with his mouth on mine, I don’t have to fight either side of me. The rich, privileged kid or the artistic soul searching for an outlet. I get to be a normal college student, making out with the guy he likes, with no pressure.
I thought hooking up with Peyton might have been a mistake because I’m a relationship kind of guy. I’m a feelings kind of guy. But I can’t deny the freedom of this not meaning anything.
Back in high school, we were both fumbling idiots, but now, Peyton’s lips are confident. His mouth is overpowering. He licks and tastes, and while it’s easy to get lost in him, to melt under his touch, his exploration of my mouth doesn’t match up with the stiff way his arms are embracing me.
He has one hand behind my head, holding me to him, and the other on my back, but where my hands wander over his chest and down his abs, his are still. Like he’s scared to move them.
And as much as I’m enjoying kissing Peyton again, I need to make sure he’s comfortable with this.
I force myself to pull back from his mesmerizing mouth to take a breath and ask a question I might not want the answer to. Because if it means having to stop, I’ll do it, obviously, but I really don’t want to fucking stop.
“Having second thoughts?” I rasp.
He shakes his head. “I … I’m kinda realizing the dynamic has changed since high school. You’re very experienced, and I’m not. Not with guys.”
That I can work with. “I’ll make this really easy on you, then.” I step back and strip out of my shirt and then unbutton my pants. “You can touch me anywhere. Do anything you want. Ask me to do anything you want.”
“Anything?” There’s a gleam in his eye that turns me on something fierce.
“I have very few limits, but if you hit one, I’ll let you know.” I drop my jeans to the floor, taking them off along with my shoes and socks, but I hesitate with my boxer briefs.
The last time we did this, it’s not like either of us got a good look at each other’s cock. But as Peyton’s heat-filled gaze roams over me, I decide to take the leap. If a dick is going to scare him off, it’s probably better to happen while he’s looking at me like that.
I dip my fingers into my waistband and gently tug, loving the look on Peyton’s face as he watches. When my dick springs free, he audibly gulps, and I take that as a sign to keep going.
They fall to my ankles. I step out of them and reach for my hard cock.
“Got any ideas of what you might want to do yet?” I stroke myself, swiping the bead of precum off the tip of my dick with my thumb.
“A few, but I’m happy to let you take the lead on this one.”
“Same deal applies, though. If I do something you don’t like—”
“I’ll tell you.”
“Good.” I grab Peyton’s hand and drag him through to my bedroom. It’s pitch-black in here because I keep my blinds permanently closed. The large window only overlooks the parking lot, and the bright streetlights always keep me awake.