Love Me Like A Rock by Amy Jo Cousins Read Free Book Online

phone in his entire life. He was starting to understand why it pained Vinnie so much on the rare occasion that he forgot to bring his phone with him. Austin still mislaid his own from time to time, and for the first time ever, that kind of absent-mindedness bothered him.
    He’d also maybe never been so attached to one particular naked person like this.
    It’s just fun. And hot. And he knows I’m not available, except for sex.
    But it turned out that having all the sex, all the time, was fucking awesome.
    Austin had felt awkward at first, like fucking Sean had turned him into some kind of sex-starved stalker who showed up every time the man turned around.
    “I was going to go back to my room and get this stupid art history paper done, but I got distracted by the sight of your dorm,” he admitted, while sitting on Sean’s butt and digging his hands into the thick muscles of the back that stretched out in front of him, rosy gold and heavily freckled.
    Someone had forgotten to bring something called a Thermarest with him on his overnighter of the day before and was still moaning about a stiff back.
    Austin had tried to bite his tongue on the brutal puns about which body parts were the only ones he hoped to find stiff on the aching, slow-moving Sean. He really had.
    “I’m glad you got distracted,” Sean had said into his pillow, pulling one hand out from under where his cheek rested to reach back and squeeze Austin’s knee.
    “You can always just send me away if I show up at an inconvenient time, you know. Or if you’re not interested.”
    Austin was starting to feel like he’d turned into some kind of sex addict. If he wasn’t balls-deep in a painting or on the river with his rowers, he was doing the math on how many hours it was until he’d see Sean again.
    Man, Vinnie always growled at him if he suggested they hook up more frequently than their monthly deal. Sean had to be getting fucking sick of finding Austin on his doorstep, puppy-dog eyes wide and tongue hanging out.
    The man in question rolled over between Austin’s knees and grabbed Austin’s hips with both hands.
    “Hey, if I’m not busy or my dick isn’t sore already from fucking you, I’m interested,” Sean said, sneaking his thumbs under Austin’s T-shirt and rubbing them back and forth right above his jeans. “I promise you that. You don’t really gotta ask.”
    Which made Austin’s face heat up even faster than his dick went from zero to sixty.
    “That is, like, the hottest thing ever.”
    “What is?”
    “How much you want me?” His voice rose at the end of that sentence without Austin’s permission, making him sound tentative when he was shooting for sex god.
    Sean laughed, mouth splitting that dark red scruff, white teeth all sexy shining, and pulled Austin forward until their dicks lined up through his jeans. Austin fell forward and let his arms brace against Sean’s shoulders, smiling down at him until he had to bite his lip to stop it. The massage oil reeked of tea tree oil—and it was going to be all over Sean’s sheets—which was now going to be permanently wired to trip his need-to-fuck switch, along with the peppermint.
    “So much,” Sean groaned as he rolled his hips, mashing them together. “I want you so much. All the time.”
    Being wanted was definitely Austin’s new favorite thing.
    The sex that afternoon had been hotter than ever.
    He hadn’t realized how much hotter things would be, how much wilder he could let himself get, in bed with someone whose number one goal at all times was to get him there. It probably should have been a no-brainer, but Austin was apparently as oblivious about sex stuff as he was about relationship stuff.
    I mean, I figured one day down the line, maybe after grad school, Vinnie would be able to lighten up and relax a little more and that would be fun, but whooeee…
    He’d had no idea.
    No idea that being wanted would make him want all kinds of other things too. Would make him want