Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“Yes. More,” he begged.
Justin sucked him harder and pressed one finger deep and slowly pulled it back. When he pushed deeper a second time, Gabriel was aware of him brushing against that magical spot and the world whited out. He shouted, coming hard. There had been no chance to warn him or pull away. Fuck, he didn’t know his own damn name or where he was at that moment. There was only pleasure sizzling through his entire body, stopping his heart and knocking the air from his lungs.
And then he was slamming down to earth. A soft whimper could be heard over heavy breathing, and Gabriel didn’t want to face that he’d made that noise, but he didn’t care. Didn’t care about anything. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come so hard. Well, maybe last night when he’d been deep in Justin, but damn, this was so good too.
When Justin released him, Gabriel flopped onto his back and dragged his arms over his head, desperate to get enough air into his lungs. He blinked slowly, and Justin crawled up his body, knees on either side of his hips and hands braced above his shoulders. The smuggest grin was spread across his face, and the man deserved to look smug.
“Fuck,” Gabriel panted.
Justin leaned forward and kissed him deep, plunging his tongue into his mouth so Gabriel could taste himself. And he was damn sure Justin could taste himself. A perfect blending. When Justin pulled away again, the smugness was gone, but he still looked supremely pleased.
“I forgot how much I enjoyed that position,” Justin said.
“Definitely worth keeping.”
Justin snorted and dropped down onto the bed next to Gabriel. They were lying diagonally so that Gabriel was only partially on the pillow. Justin’s legs had to be halfway off the bed, but the man didn’t complain, and Gabriel was one hundred percent sure that Justin would say something if he wanted Gabriel to move. They lay comfortably in the bed, their bodies touching from chest to knee.
“Do you like what you do?” Justin asked, the question seeming to come from out of nowhere.
Gabriel wanted to shift to look at Justin, but he didn’t move. He knew what he was talking about, and it was suddenly easier to talk without meeting those all-too-perceptive eyes.
“Some days,” Gabriel admitted. “You?”
“Parts of it,” Justin said after a couple of seconds. “I like the sneaking. The hacking.”
Gabriel nearly nodded. The sneaking was his favorite part as well. There was an addictive rush of adrenaline when he broke into a place, grabbed what he needed, and then escaped again without anyone being the wiser. He loved discovering ways around the world’s most sophisticated security systems. He loved outsmarting people.
“Pulling the trigger gets old,” Gabriel murmured.
“I never expected to be doing it for so long.”
“Seventeen years.”
Justin snorted. “Old man.” He then added quietly, “Twelve.”
Gabriel closed his eyes and quickly did the math. If Justin had joined the military like himself and his first kill was at eighteen, the man lying stretched out next to him was only thirty. Just three years younger than himself.
“Why still do it?” Gabriel asked.
Justin twisted and leaned up on his elbow to peer over at Gabriel, who raised an eyebrow at his confused look. Had he really never considered walking away?
“Why are you still doing it?” Gabriel pressed. “If you’re half as good as me and usually work solo, you should have a lovely nest egg. You’re not doing it for money. So why are you still doing it?”
Justin frowned at him, his expression turning dark a second before he pushed off the bed and started to get up. Gabriel grabbed his wrist and jerked him down hard enough that he bounced a little when his back hit the mattress. Moving quickly, he slid over him so that he was straddling Justin’s hips. He knew that Justin could push him off, but it would mean both of them tumbling to the floor.
“Why?”
“Because it’s what I’m good at. All I’m good at,” Justin snapped.
“Well, you are pretty damn good at blowjobs too.”
“Blowjobs don’t pay as well.”
Gabriel smirked. “I think you’re underestimating exactly how good you are at sucking dick.”
Justin looked away from him, but not before Gabriel caught the hint of a smile toying with the corner of his mouth. Some of the tension flowed from Justin’s shoulders, and Gabriel relaxed a bit, no longer expecting to land in a painful heap on the floor.
“Lying, sneaking, hacking, killing…it’s all I’ve known for so long. It’s been beaten into my head. I’m trying to help people, but at the end of every job, someone is dead, or hurt, or worse. And there’s always a dozen more contracts waiting.”
Gabriel leaned down, kissing Justin slowly. He started at the corner of his mouth, moving along his bottom lip, licking and nibbling to the other corner. Then he moved over the slimmer top lip until he reached the center and deepened the kiss. Justin instantly opened and moaned into his mouth, welcoming him.