Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“Yes. Really. I just don’t know how to repay—”
Trig chuckled, and for the first time since he’d emerged from the talks with his biker brothers, he showed El his wonderful, somewhat crooked smile. “I have some ideas for that,” he whispered and pulled at El’s belt buckle.
El let out a nervous giggle, as if he were that lost teenager again, getting to be close to his crush for the first time. When he stroked the old tattoo on Trig’s forearm, he regretted adding letters to his own out of spite. But what mattered was that they were back together in the flesh, and he wouldn’t let jealousy or fear tear them apart again.
“And you want me to do the whole property thing?” he mumbled as if it was a silly thing that didn’t matter when deep down, he already wanted those patches on his back. He didn’t know if it meant he was off limits while Trig remained free to fuck around, but El would make sure his man understood commitment went both ways.
Trig smirked and leaned in, rubbing the tip of his nose against El’s. “I do. Every single one of my brothers will have your back when they see you’re mine.”
El knew he’d made the right choice when his body filled with warmth that chased away the memory of cold years on his own. He cupped Trig’s face and for once looked into his eyes without hesitation. “I’m not good with people…”
“Neither is Misha, and it worked out all right for him. And you’ll have me to help you,” Trig said as he wrapped his arms around El.
“I will mess up. You know I’ll mess up something eventually,” El said, but placed his palms on Trig’s chest, relieved to sense his heartbeat.
“That’s fine. I’ll catch you.” Trig brought their foreheads together in a gesture so tender it made El’s toes curl in his boots.
“I love you,” El whispered, because there was nothing else left to say. It might’ve been hasty, but Trig deserved to know the truth after everything he’d done tonight.
Trig sucked in air as if he’d been jumped, but his mouth stretched into a sweet smile as he cradled El to him, until the heartbeats pulsing in their chests synced and started drumming in perfect harmony. “This is… all I ever wanted. My life’s never been full since you left.”
El wrapped his arms around Trig’s waist and kissed him slowly, as if only now exploring their old bond again. They might have had sex twice already, but each of those times had felt like the last, desperate shot at closeness, which lacked the security of what they were doing now. “I want to get to know you again.” And he meant that about every inch of Trig.
Warm hands squeezed on El’s fingers, and then Trig’s tongue slid into his mouth, taking his breath away with its familiar flavor. A rocket launched from El’s feet and burst right through him, into the vast space inside his skull, but before he could have uttered anything beyond the soft grunt muffled by his lover’s kiss, Trig leaned forward and pulled El up, wordlessly prompting him to wrap his legs around Trig’s hips.
The sensation of hanging off him like fruit ripe for plucking was so familiar El’s head spun as his man stumbled forward, and they both plunged to the mattress covered with crisp sheets, with El landing on his back and Trig bracing his body on top.
There was nothing slow about their touch once the mattress dipped under their weight, and their kisses became fervent as El shook off the earlier uncertainty and pulled Trig down. The larger body squeezed the breath out of him, but it felt so solid, so very reassuring that he could finally let himself believe that Trig was back in his life for good. He rubbed his lips against the sharp stubble, already reaching for the hem of Trig’s T-shirt.
All El wanted was to make his lover forget other men existed, so when Trig rose off him, his first instinct was to protest, but he shut up when his man pulled up his T-shirt, revealing his muscular chest as the fabric stretched over his face.
Trig was back with El as soon as the garment landed on the floor. Dark eyes shone with wonder as he pulled up El’s top. His touch was so very gentle, as if he were handling precious glass and couldn’t believe he was allowed to do that in the first place. “Those other guys I saw with you… I hated them so damn much,” he said, keeping his gaze low.
El shook his head. “Sounds like fucking masochism to me, Trig. I wouldn’t care if we were together or not. If I accidentally saw you with another guy, I’d lose my shit. You’re a far more honorable man than me.” He rocked on top of Trig, snickering when his groin rubbed against a hard staff trapped in his lover’s jeans, but he let his fingers focus on the lean chest for now.