Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
He also hadn’t heard a peep from his soon-to-be-ex-husband. Maybe Patrick would just sign the papers and let him get on with his life. Last, but certainly not least, he’d met someone that he felt he could have a decent relationship with. Furi knew that would take time, but he couldn’t ignore the way Syn looked at him, begged for him, caressed him. He especially couldn’t ignore that the man had a protective streak like nothing he’d ever seen. No one had ever stood up for him or tried to protect him like Syn, so he no longer feared that Syn would snap like Patrick had.
Furi jogged across the street from the pub after Doug’s headlights disappeared around the corner. He took the elevator to Syn’s floor, looking down at his clothes to make sure everything was perfect. He un-tucked his hair from behind his ears as the rest flowed down between his shoulders. He stopped at Syn’s apartment door and tapped a couple times. Furi had to admit his stomach was flip-flopping. He hadn’t been on a first date in years. But, more than that, he’d never dated a cop, he actually avoided them. Although Furi had never been in any criminal trouble, he’d always classified cops as homophobic assholes with badges that they thought gave them permission to serve an ass whipping if they felt like it. But he just knew Syn was different.
Furi’s last thought was cut off when Syn opened his door looking delicious in tight blue jeans and a simple white Polo shirt. A gold link chain hung around his neck, matching perfectly the square-cut diamond in his right ear lobe. Furi liked that the man was letting his hair grow out a bit. The dark length on the top was sticking up wherever it wanted, it was completely free of product and was just long enough to pull on. The salt-and-pepper edges were tapered close, and his goatee was trimmed in a thin, neat line. Furi loved that Syn had a little premature gray, making him look distinguished and sexy as fuck.
“Hey you,” Syn said with a slight smirk playing on his mouth, obviously liking the way Furi was taking all of him in.
“Hey yourself.” Furi couldn’t keep the grin from his face. Syn moved to let him in. As soon as Syn closed the door, Furi crowded him, walking Syn backward until his back was against the door. “Hey,” he whispered again inside Syn’s parted lips.
Furi took both of Syn’s hands, linked their fingers together, and pressed them against the door. “You smell good.” Furi’s lips ghosted against Syn’s cheek as he nudged the side of Syn’s face, making him turn slightly so he could bury his face in Syn’s neck. He felt Syn breathing faster while he pushed against him, seeking out pleasure a little lower. Syn hissed in his ear and Furi smiled.
“Damn, you’re so responsive. I love it.” Furi released their hands and Syn immediately brought his up and buried them in Furi’s long locks. “You like my hair a lot don’t you?”
Syn's groan was his answer as he rocked his hips some more.
“Answer me.” Furi nipped Syn’s chin before licking away the sting.
“Yes I do. It’s so soft and smells so good.” Syn’s voice was rough and deep, Furi felt its vibration against his neck. He put both his hands on Syn’s square jaw and chastely pressed his own lips to his. Syn’s lips looked firm, but were soft and sweet. The bottom was just a little plumper than the top, absolutely perfect for sucking. Furi rubbed his lips back and forth over Syn’s, teasing and playing to see what the man would do. He felt victorious when Syn grunted and leaned forward to deepen their connection. Furi pulled back slightly, making Syn chase him.
“Stop fucking teasing me,” Syn growled.
“I’m not. You want it. Take it.” Furi bit Syn just under his jaw.
Syn’s grip tightened in Furi’s hair as he held him still to claim his mouth. Furi opened and let his detective control the kiss … for now. Their tongues dueled almost violently, Furi matching Syn’s passion. He eased his hands down to Syn’s tight ass and squeezed him through the denim. Fuck. He slowly massaged those round globes until Syn was thrusting his ass back, clearly asking for more. Furi pulled out of the kiss, gulping in air as he dipped to lick and nibble on Syn’s chin. One hand kept massaging while his other hand traced the crease of Syn’s ass. The groans and cries coming from his big, strong cop had Furi’s dick growing even harder. “Goddamnit,” Furi hissed. “If we don’t stop, we won’t make it to dinner.”
“Huh,” Syn whispered as he continued nuzzling his face in Furi’s hair.
“Dinner. I’m starving.”
“Oh, I don’t know how to cook,” Syn said against his ear.