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Chapters (25)
  1. The First and The Last
  2. 1. One
  3. 2. Two
  4. 3. Three
  5. 4. Four
  6. 5. Five
  7. 6. Six
  8. 7. Seven
  9. AFTERWARD
  10. 9. Nine
  11. 10. Ten
  12. 11. Eleven
  13. 12. Twelve
  14. 13. Thirteen
  15. 14. Fourteen
  16. 15. Fifteen
  17. 16. Sixteen
  18. 17. Seventeen
  19. 18. Eighteen
  20. 19. Nineteen
  21. 20. Twenty
  22. 21. Twenty One
  23. AFTERWORD
  24. ABOUT THE FIRST AND THE LAST
  25. A LITTLE ABOUT ME

I didn’t sleep well. I drifted in and out. My knot was still swollen. It was wildly oversensitive. Any small movement I made sent shivers through me. I tried to lie still, I did, but every beat of Jules’s heart sent rumbling vibrations through my cock and straight up my spine. When I closed my eyes, sleep was no mercy. I had my arm crooked under Jules’s head. My face was close to his neck. His scent gland taunted me. The dreams that found me taunted me too. I dreamed of Jules. Jules on my porch at the homestead. Jules under the willow tree at the creek. Jules in the woods and Jules at the river. In every dream, Jules said the same thing. The same thing only. In each of the dreams, he turned to me slowly, one eyebrow raised up and the other drawn down. The corners of his mouth quirked up when he saw me and he tilted his head slightly, giving me a hint of a nod. Every time, the Jules of my dreams said the same thing.

“Bite me.”

17. Seventeen

17

I woke when Jules started stirring. I was exhausted. Throughout the night, Jules was hit by wave after wave of heat. Hot waves that made his breathing grow shallow and his ass clench around me. When it happened, I held him tight and rocked my hips against him. I rocked him. I stroked him, too. I rocked him and stroked him until he spilled in my hand and sighed to himself as he fell back to sleep.

I was as spent and satiated as I’d ever been, but I sure as hell wasn’t well rested. When I wasn’t tending to Jules, I was panicking about the state of my dick. It was rock solid. It hadn’t softened all night. It was knotted as tightly as a dick could possibly be. I was worried about it, but I was more worried I was hurting Jules. I was frantic, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I was stuck. We were stuck together.

As the warm morning light streamed into the cabin, my knot finally subsided. It softened at last. Jules started moving, yawning loudly, and stretching, arching his hot flesh against mine. I knew I had to act fast before I had a brand-new boner problem to contend with. I pulled out of him carefully. He hissed through his teeth as I eased my head out of him. He rolled over and pushed himself onto his hands and knees and then scrambled to his feet. His hand whipped back to his butt as he straightened up. His brow creased deeply, and he pressed his lips tightly together to stop himself from making a sound. I was filled with dread.

“My God, Jules, are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” My voice crept up to a wail.