Rocket Science (Love Logic, #1)

by K.M. Neuhold

People, on the other hand, rarely do what I expect. They say things that are different than what they mean, they laugh and tease, they lie. People don’t make sense the way physics and numbers do; they don’t even try to.

I wait a few seconds, assessing the situation before deciding that yes, this is in fact an invitation to sit down. I slip into the chair and fold my hands on the table in front of me, more acutely aware of them than I usually am. Hands are an odd thing, so useful and yet perpetually in the way.

So, he’s a genius and apparently isn’t lacking in social skills or self-confidence. I’ve heard of such unicorns but haven’t seen one in the wild before now.

My breath catches, and my brain short circuits. Did I give him a sign I didn’t know I was giving? And if so, what was it so I can be sure to do it again.

“Pants on or off?” he checks, his fingers grazing along the waistline of my jeans, making me tremble. “Off,” I answer instantly. Oh my god, I’m going to see Paxton without pants on. If this is a dream, please, please, please don’t let me wake up before I get to see his dick.

“I don’t know what I want because I don’t think I know everything there is. All I know is that I want to feel you against me, I want you on top of me and all around me, I want to see what it’s like when you fall apart from pleasure.”

“Elijah Morgan Cummings if

Emc...?

If Heisenberg’s Uncertainty principle is that you can know the velocity or location of an object at any given time, but not both. I think the Paxton Uncertainty principle has to be that you can understand what he says or how he acts, but both can’t be comprehensible at the same time.

lol

It’s probably not the kind of thing you can learn by reading anyway. But the title of an article grabs my attention and keeps me from chickening out—Blow His Mind: Ten Easy Tips For The Best Head of His Life. “That sounds promising,” I murmur to myself, clicking on the article. I read through the list, feeling my despair grow as I wonder how I’m going to be able to do so many different things at once—suck, swallow so I don’t gag, flick my tongue along his tip, use my hand to cup his balls…it’s like the Bop It game from hell.

“When did you get such a filthy mouth?” “Probably when you put your cock in it,” he reasons, and I bark out a laugh.

“There’s this idea in string theory that there are infinite parallel universes with infinite possibilities,” he says, settling closer to me, his soft cock, still wet with his cum, pressing against my thigh as he hitches a leg over mine and nestles his head onto my chest. He lets out a content sigh, his whole body relaxing into me. “I hope we’re doing this in every single one of them.”