Page 41 of Galen
“I’m just…” I waved a hand down my torso. “I’m not exactly a swimsuit model like you and everyone else here. I go to the gym when I can, but it doesn’t seem to do much good because I’m an emotional eater and end up downing a tub of ice cream anytime my feelings get hurt.”
“Who hurt your feelings?” Galen glared. “I’ll kill them.”
“No need for that,” I said, my voice going up in pitch. By the murderous gleam in his eyes, I believed he’d do it. “I’ve just been on a few bad dates lately. Normal dating stuff. The last guy was more interested in our waiter than he was in me. The one before him made a stupid comment about how he usually only dates guys who are fit. I know I’m not the best-looking guy in the world, but I—”
A low growl formed in Galen’s throat as he hovered over me. He braced his arms on each side of my head. The intensity in his eyes made me look away.
“Look at me,” he said. With my heart pounding against my ribs and my cheeks on fire, I peered up at him. His gray eyes looked darker in the dim light. “I never want to hear you talk bad about yourself again. Do you understand me? You’re so damn beautiful, Simon.” He gripped the side of my neck before leaning in closer, his mouth at my ear. “The only thing I want to hear is you screaming my name as I fuck you. Over and over again.”
It was hard to breathe. My brain misfired, jumbling up my thoughts and taking away my ability to form any kind of coherent response. Tingles spread throughout my body, and my temperature skyrocketed. Something he said stuck out to me though.
“You called me beautiful,” I managed to say, my voice shaking. I got the impression he didn’t use that word often. So it felt special coming from him. Sincere. “No one’s ever said that before.”
“Then they’re all goddamn idiots.”
And then Galen kissed me.
The scent of sandalwood and citrus wrapped around me as he pushed me to my back, his lips moving on mine. My heart thrashed in my chest as I parted my lips, letting his tongue slip inside my mouth. Fuck. I felt a little light-headed as our tongues swirled together. His taste was intoxicating. I’d never been kissed like that.
Galen’s gravelly voice, his scent, and the feel of his hard body on mine—I was consumed by it all. By him. I didn’t care that I hardly knew him. I didn’t care that it was probably a onetime fuck, solely driven by the mutual need to get off. I didn’t need a promise of forever. No. All I needed right then was a hard fucking I’d never forget.
And I knew he’d give it to me.
Ineededhim to.
The blanket separated us, and he sat back a little to tug it down. Right away, insecurity slammed into me. The bedside lamp was on, and I was shirtless. Definitely no way to hide the parts of myself I didn’t like. I wouldn’t call myself chubby. Just… a bit too flabby and soft for my liking. But before I could get carried away with that line of thinking, Galen’s mouth was on mine again.
We broke apart long enough for him to tug his shirt over his head and toss it aside, and then we came back together in a heated kiss. The hard ridges of his abdomen slid against my bare stomach, causing my blood to heat even more.
God, I wanted him so much.
He settled between my legs, the hard ridge of his cock straining against his pants. My ass ached at the thought of him filling me.
Would I be able to walk tomorrow? Probably not. But I didn’t give a damn.
“Are you sure you want this?” Galen asked between kisses, his hand cupping my side while the other rested at my neck. His hands were big, just like the rest of him. I wanted them all over me.
I nodded, my brain too fogged with lust for me to speak.
“Fair warning, human.” He dipped his head and nipped at my throat. “I fuck hard. I don’t do gentle.”
Yep. Rest in peace to my ass.
I was so fucking ready to be destroyed.
“Fine with me,” I panted, gripping his lower back.
Galen kissed down to my collarbone, then licked a trail to my nipple before suckling it. The hot wetness of his mouth was a shock to the senses. I gasped and took hold of his head, keeping it in place. I felt him smile before flicking his tongue against it.
“You like that, do you?” he asked in a husky tone.
“Mhm.”
He sucked it again and tweaked my other nipple between two fingers. I hardened even more, my cock tenting the front of my pajama bottoms. Another growl rumbled in his chest as his fingers dipped below the waistband of my pants and tugged them down. He continued his descent down my body, kissing my ribs and then nibbling at my belly button. When he reached my cock, he wasted no time before taking me all the way to the back of his throat.
I shakily exhaled and slid my fingers through his short hair, my head falling back on the pillow.
Galen stroked my tip as he lowered his face to my balls and sucked one into his mouth. Sweat beaded on my chest, and it felt like I’d just been thrown into a furnace.
