Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Something inside him was giving way, rearranging everything he’d thought he’d known. “Please, please, please.”
“Ready to go fast?” Apollo’s voice was maddeningly even, as if this were no more taxing than a few laps in his pool. Only the sweat on his forehead showed what all this control was costing him.
“Fuck you.” Dylan ground down, angling his hips, sensations magnified by the sudden rush of having freedom of motion again. It felt like sandbags losing the battle to the rising tide within him, unable to stop himself from crying out as he rode faster.
“Yeah,” Apollo urged, free hand urging Dylan on. “That’s it. Take what you need.”
Dylan’s cock dripped precome, throbbing, and that spot inside him was so fucking tight, alive with sensation. “Touch me,” he begged. “Touch me and I’ll come.”
“Like this?” Apollo tightened his hand on Dylan’s hip, tipping him forward just enough so that the tip of his cock dragged against Apollo’s abs.
“No, no...oh yes.” Somehow, improbably, impossibly, that bare amount of contact was enough to tip him over, make his whole body spasm with the force of his orgasm.
“That’s right, beautiful. Go on.” Apollo’s head tipped back, muscled shoulders and neck straining. “Right...with...you.”
The final hitch in Apollo’s breath was enough to tease another spurt out of Dylan’s cock—so hot to see him finally unravel and let go of his control. He bucked, holding Dylan in place for a last few wild thrusts before he groaned and collapsed back on the bed, big body shuddering over and over.
I did that. Pride made Dylan need to laugh, made him as stupid as every other emotion this man inspired in him.
Apollo pulled him down for a leisurely kiss. His lips were achingly tender and Dylan’s eyes closed again, his body holding still as surely as if there were a photographer capturing this moment. Because this, more than the fucking, more than the soul-rocking orgasm, was what he wanted to remember. Their eyes met, same as they had at the restaurant, like their very brains were linked—a single thought between them.
“Wow,” they both breathed at the same instant, then laughed because that was what they did. They laughed. They made joy. Joy making. Dylan kissed him back, willing a second thought across the brainwaves. Please let this be enough. Let me be enough.
“You’re incredible.” Apollo’s voice was full of affection and his hands on Dylan’s back were soothing and for a moment, it truly was enough. More than enough. It was everything.
Chapter Sixteen
Apollo put on his blinker as he headed for the bridge that linked Coronado with the mainland. A weird energy buzzed through his veins, making him push the speed limit and be grateful for the light Sunday morning traffic. He was used to racing a ticking clock—training times to beat, countdown to a mission, precious minutes to complete a rescue, seconds while the explosives expert neutralized a bomb, and even at home, he was outrunning the to-do list from the moment he woke up, constantly aware of each day that took him further away from Neal, each milestone that marked the kids growing up.
But this was new, this urgency to get home, get back to Dylan before their weekend together expired. He’d had to head to the base in the early morning hours to check on a training exercise scheduled for that weekend, leaving Dylan sleeping in the bed, resisting the urge to wake him up with his mouth. He’s thought there would be plenty of time for that later, but his work at the base had taken longer than he’d hoped, and now he was racing the damn clock to get back, get one more encounter with Dylan before the girls returned. Even with his eyes on the road, his brain kept flashing back to memories of the past thirty-six hours.
“Get on your knees.”
“Your back—”
“Want to watch your face in the mirror while I take you from behind.”
“You’re a bit obsessed with the mirror, you know that?”
“Yup,” Apollo said without shame. The mirror was hot and new, just like Dylan.
Yesterday they’d spent pretty much the whole damn day in bed, something Apollo hadn’t done since... Well, he wasn’t going think about that. What he had with Dylan was so completely different than what he’d shared with Neal, and it seemed increasingly weird to let thoughts of Neal creep in. Comparisons didn’t really do anything other than make him feel guilty for enjoying this...thing with Dylan.
“You know I’m going to have to cite you for this unauthorized use of syrup.” Apollo joked even as Dylan’s mouth traced a sticky path down his chest.
“Hey, I said I was starving. I just didn’t say for what.” Dylan winked at him.
And enjoying himself was something that was way, way too easy with Dylan around. Their dynamic was so different than anything else he’d experienced. Dirtier. More carnal. Needier. This sex strung him out like a HALO jump, pure adrenaline with just enough terror about the unknown to keep him on edge. Like a jump, he buzzed for hours after, but luckily he had years of practice in hiding his jangly nerves.