Page 127 of Splintered Hearts

Bowen grins, pushing me to switch positions. Kissing me hard, he moans, waking me up a bit. “You taste good.” Bowen nips my lip. “You taste that good everywhere?”

Those words hit me full force in the chest.“Taste that good everywhere?”

Jamie, in fact, does taste that good everywhere. Watching him lost in pleasure is a beautiful thing to see. Most of the time he has a gorgeous resting bitch face, but in bed... fuck, in bed! With my lips on his body Jamie lets go and I have a feeling I’m one of only a few people to ever witness it.

Every lick, suck, and moan has Jamie responding. Glassy dark eyes, soft parted lips. When Jamie comes he has this habit of clutching his right pec as his back bows. I drink him down when he shakes under me... “Oh, there he his.”

I blink, looking down as Bowen jerks my now stupidly hard dick.

Fuck. Bowen’s pretty bow lips wrap around my cock and I squeeze my eyes shut. Okay, his mouth feels good. This is fine. I can do this.

Wet heat hugs me. It’s not sloppy like the way Jamie does it—more from inexperience than technique. Not that I care. Just watching him try that first time was enough to have me coming. He’s gotten better recently, usually making me come within five minutes. His sexy lips, those dark eyes that never leave me. My cock in that sinful mouth—

Fuck. Fuck!

I hear him pull off with a pop and roll the condom down. When I open my eyes Bowen’s looking at me. “You alright?”

“Yeah? Why?”

“You’re all tense.”

“Oh, uh... just nervous.” And unable to stop thinking about that asshole! “I’m okay.” As he straddles my waist, I drink himin. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Running my hand down his chest, even with the conflicting feelings I mean that shit. Pink dusts his pale skin, spreading across his chest and I rub my thumb against one of his dusky nipples.

Easy. This will be easy.

As he reaches behind himself I grab his wrist. “Wait. I need to prep you.”

Bowen blushes again. “I did it myself before I went out.” Which means this was always his end goal tonight. “You already met my first date.” I laugh thinking about the baby blue dildo.

I try to focus on the gorgeous man on top of me and not the gorgeous asshole who only the other day gave me the best orgasm of my life. Bowen is pretty, smart, and not an asshole—that I know of.

This is everything I would have wanted months ago. Way before that six-foot-tall dickhead messed with my head. Now I have feelings and wants and needs that will never be satisfied. How am I going to just live every day in that house being desperately in love with my roommate?

Fuck.

Love?

And although it slipped out, I can’t deny it. I’m in love with Jamie. “Um, Noah?”

Opening my eyes, I see Bowen’s brows pinch. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Um... I don’t know, but maybe you should ask your dick.”

“My—”

Bowen lifts off my waist, and I immediately grab him, pulling him back down to straddle my hips.

“What—”

“I don’t want to see him. Please block my view.” Bowen laughs, but I groan. “Would you happen to have a shovel?”

“Shovel—”

“I’m going to dig a hole in your back yard and bury myself alive. Don’t worry, I’ll leave a note with my body in case the cops ever raid this place and dig up the back yard.”

“How would they know I didn’t just write it?”

“Good thinking. Do you have a phone? I’ll record a video.”

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