Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Snow’s hands hit the tile, the veiny muscles in his forearms braced, water pouring down the strong muscles of his back, his silvery hair wet from the shower. Glittering blues looked at Jude over Snow’s shoulder. The long, lean lines of his form and his round, tight ass beckoned Jude.
He was so fucking sexy, Jude growled and reached for the lube they kept in there. He kissed Snow’s neck, opening his lips to suck warm, wet skin. He slowly rubbed his fingers around and around, then worked the lube into Snow’s hole, reveling in the way he spread his legs to give Jude more room to work.
The grip around his fingers made him moan. Slick, wet heat. Snow rolled his hips back, spreading his legs even more. Fuck, he was so hot, he made Jude’s toes curl on the tile. He had an innate sensuality that burned bright at all times and turned Jude to putty.
When he pressed his dick up inside him, Jude’s eyes rolled back into his head at the unbelievable pleasure of that tight clasp around him. He could barely breathe past the sensations rolling through him, powerful as always. Mind-bending. He fucked deep into Snow’s body, and the man’s head tilted to rest on his shoulder. Jude wrapped arms around Snow, stroking his palms everywhere he could reach, loving the taut muscles and silky, smooth skin. He bit down on Snow’s ear, and the man cried out and clenched around him. Snow’s ears were big erogenous zones, and Jude loved his uncontrollable response to any stimulation there.
Jude gasped and picked up his pace, sawing in and out of Snow’s body and reaching down to grasp his cock again. He jacked him in time with his thrusts, feeling the tension building in the muscles against him. When Snow let out a rumbling moan and came all over his hand, Jude pumped into him a few more times before his own orgasm rushed through him and his vision whited out. He bit down on Snow’s neck, and Snow’s hand came up to cradle the back of his head again. Jude braced his hand on the wall, his legs feeling like jelly as he panted and rested against Snow.
God. This man was his whole world.
When he got his legs steady again, he pulled back to find Snow’s eyes at half-mast and his breaths starting to slow. He gave Jude a lazy grin. “Now this is how to start our vacation.”
“There will be plenty more. I have nothing on my plate for seven days. Just you. And I plan to feast over…” Jude kissed his ear. “And over.” Jude nuzzled into the side of his neck, noting that the water was starting to cool. He sighed and grabbed the soap and began washing Snow’s backside, his fingers slipping in to rub slowly over Snow’s hole.
“Didn’t get enough, did you?”
“I never will,” Jude murmured, leaning in to kiss Snow’s shoulder.
Snow’s eyes locked with his and something passed between them—something that made his belly flutter with an excitement he’d thought for sure would have waned by now. But no, everything about this man thrilled him. Snow leaned over and kissed him just as the water went cold.
Jude yelped and shut it off, causing Snow to chuckle and snag a couple of towels, handing one to Jude. “I picked up enough groceries to keep us going for a week. We don’t have to even leave the bed tomorrow.” Snow dried off, dropped the towel, and grabbed his toothbrush.
“I hope it’s easy food, because I don’t plan to let you out of bed for days.”
Jude was admiring the strong, lean lines of Snow’s back again when his cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was his mana. Shaking his head, he showed the screen to Snow, who snorted and started brushing his teeth.
Anna didn’t usually call this late at night, but his mother did keep her own weird hours. She’d undoubtedly marked her calendar when she heard they were taking a week off work and lined up some things she’d like them to help with around her house.
“Hello, Mana,” he said into the phone as he ran his hand over Snow’s lower back.
“Jude!”
Her choked cry instantly made his blood run cold. “What’s wrong?”
Snow stopped brushing to watch him in the mirror.
She was breathing hard into the phone, and he could barely understand her through her sobs. “Jordan is in the hospital. Oh Jude, it’s bad. Somebody beat him and shot him. Shot him, Jude!”
“Shot him? Someone shot Jordan?” He met Snow’s startled eyes, his brain utterly locking up at the thought of someone shooting his little brother. It didn’t make an ounce of sense. He nearly asked his mother if she was sure the hospital had the right person, but he tossed the thought aside. Of course they did.