Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 145676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
He fought to remain quiet. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could contain the orgasm vibrating up and down his spine in the most delicious way. Landon moved a hand over his balls before cupping and rolling his tender sac in his rough palm. The pleasure from his touch sent hot flames licking hungrily up his spine. He was so close. Closer and closer. With every bob of Landon’s head, the orgasm grew stronger and harder to fight. “Oh, God…baby.”
The first waves of searing pleasure rushed up from his spine and rolled through him, hijacking his muscles. Robert held his breath, his body quivering uncontrollably as he gave into Landon’s wicked assault and spilled his seed down his lover’s throat.
Chapter 27
Robert looked down at his wristwatch. If nothing more than based on the cost per hour of renting a private jet, they should be on their way to the executive airport by now. Lifting the glass of spiked punch Landon’s mother had made, Robert took a long drink, looking around the standing room only living room. Landon’s extended family and neighborhood friends had all collected to see him before he left again to go off and explore the world.
The way the people gathered around Landon, the excitement in seeing him and hearing his stories, showed exactly the high respect they held for him. Landon’s dad had the same swell of chest that Landon carried, clearly very proud of his son. For Robert, it was wonderful to see and maybe showed another side to Landon he hadn’t necessarily understood before. Landon had some deep-seated insecurities that were clearly all self-inflicted, because this community and family loved their son. They truly couldn’t be any prouder.
And the clock still ticked.
Robert scolded himself. He needed to stop being cheap, and let Landon have his time. If they left in the next two hours, they would easily be home in enough time for Landon to make it to the base for his shift. Robert’s controlling mother-hen nature was getting the best of him. He looked around the living room then through the large sliding glass door into the backyard to see Landon’s Uncle Michael sitting alone on the patio.
Robert turned toward Landon. Like normal, they were so connected. Landon lifted his head and their gazes locked. Robert inclined his head toward the patio where Michael sat. Landon didn’t give an immediate nod. Instead, he craned his neck to better understand Robert’s message. Once he’d spotted Michael, Landon nodded before turning back to the conversation.
Robert slid open the back door, stepping outside, loving the feel of the warm sun and instant quiet once the door shut behind him. A sweet fragrance filled the air. He wasn’t certain if it was jasmine or honeysuckle, but the scent surrounded him with contentment. In all his recent self-discovery, Robert found he really lived a quiet life. He’d always cherished his alone time. The way Michael’s gaze settled on him, a small smile touching his lips, but no greeting, he assumed Michael must be enjoying the peace and quiet too.
“Will I bother you if I sit out here?” Robert asked, coming to the edge of the table.
“No, please do.” Michael’s leg extended, pushing out the patio chair next to him, inviting him over. “There’s a lot going on inside there.” Michael’s thumb hooked over his shoulder, indicating the commotion inside the house.
“Seems they missed him,” Robert said, taking the seat, placing his near empty glass on the table.
“We do. Not that he sees it that way. Landon told me about the feathers. I saw you pick one up this morning.”
Robert hadn’t realized he had and his hand went to his slacks pocket, a place he normally gathered his treasures, feeling the outline of the feather there. Michael’s soul-searching gaze held sincere curiosity and a little understanding. The calm that seemed to surround Michael seeped into Robert for the first time—maybe because Robert had finally let his guard down. Whatever the reason, it was almost eerie and tranquil at the same time.
Robert held Michael’s stare. It seemed somehow disrespectful to turn away. Patience. The word reverberated through his head. Landon held great respect for his uncle. Right now, in this moment, Robert could see why. Sitting there with Michael in this way, they were back to the unspoken knowledge. The knowing without being told. The realm of belief Robert still struggled mightily to believe in.
“What do you want to ask me?”
“How do you know I want to ask you anything?” Robert countered. Michael smiled an indulgent grin, saying nothing more.
The connection between them became unsteady. Robert tensed and decided to stop playing games. With knowledge came understanding. That thought caused him to lean in closer to Michael.
“I’m trying to open myself to the possibility of something more than our conscience being the driving force for our decisions. I still wouldn’t call it divine intervention. I don’t know what it is. I’ve come a long way, but it’s hard. I’ve always needed proof. Now I find myself questioning what exactly proof is. On one hand, without the expansion of belief, I might not have ever opened myself enough to see Landon.” Instant sadness squeezed Robert’s heart. The idea he may not have ever opened himself up to Landon caused such enormous pain that Robert crossed his arms over his chest to keep his heart from shattering.