Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Okay… It’s you. It’s you…” Arden gasped for air, his legs open, the hot, slippery hole welcoming Mike’s dick with its soft tightness.
Arden’s moans and whimpers filled the car, and when Mike smelled his hair, the faint scent of jasmine made him almost come on the spot. He had to stop moving when he faintly remembered wanting Arden to finish first.
“Why’d you stop?” Arden complained, wiggling his greedy ass against Mike.
Mike didn’t bother answering and slipped his hand under the boy, thrusting again the moment he started working his boy’s cock. Beyond rational thinking, he hoped the hard, desperate thrusts hit the right spot, but the shamelessly vulgar yelps coming out of Arden stifled his doubts.
“Love that thick cock in me,” Arden mumbled without much cohesion. He writhed against Mike, so smooth and hot, getting jerked off while Mike stabbed into him time and time again.
If Luke had had neighbors, they would have known the exact moment Arden came. Hot spunk drizzled over Mike’s fingers, and that tight ass clenched so hard, he saw white under his eyelids and bit down on Arden’s shoulder, rutting like a beast focused on planting its cum inside his mate.
For a moment, it felt as if the car was floating on the golden waves of the warmest ocean, but once his orgasm was over, Mike was left too exhausted to move and stayed on top of Arden, hugging him as they both calmed their breathing.
And somehow, in the dark car that had gotten duskier now that all windows were covered in condensation, tears seemed only a step away, because it hit Mike like a hammer to the skull that he would never feel this complete again. But it wouldn’t have been fair to burden Arden, so he rubbed his face against Arden’s sweaty back and just listened to the boy breathing, to his heart beating in tune with Mike’s.
“They’re done,” someone said all too close, and Mike jerked out of his pleasure slumber, frantically searching for his gun.
He rolled out of the car with his dick swinging in the air and pointed the gun at
… Zolt.
The guy bit his lips, as if he were struggling not to grin, but the smile was there in his eyes when he raised his hands. “You might wanna put that away,” he said, but it was unclear whether he meant the gun, or Mike’s dick.
Zolt’s buddy, still in the shadows, snorted. “We thought it was polite to not disturb you.”
Arden uttered the tiniest whisper from the car. “Everything okay?”
“Yes. Just… get dressed before you get out.” Mike stared back into Zolt’s grinning face, kinda itching to throw a punch. But it wasn’t worth it. “The package’s inside the house.”
“Oh, we already have it in the truck. Just wanted to let you know so you don’t freeze your dick off waiting.”
“Has to be some woman in there. You didn’t even hear the van,” Zolt’s buddy said from the shadows, and Mike dragged his hands down his face.
Zolt barked a laugh and retreated toward the bushes, patting his friend on the shoulder. “I’ll tell you on the way back.”
Mike sighed.
Zolt wouldn’t leave Leo in the dark about what happened here. Of course. Gossip had a way of burning through the Heller family like fire in dry grass watered with gasoline.
Well, Mike wouldn’t be explaining himself to anyone.
Not tonight.
“I don’t want to go to sleep yet,” he said as soon as the noise of the truck died down. “Hungry?”
Arden was already pulling on his clothes, but knowing he was marked with Mike’s cum was still a thrill. His smile looked as innocent as the two braids suggested he was, but Mike knew the truth and loved the dichotomy of it.
“Milkshakes? All-night cinema?” Arden suggested, pulling on his T-shirt.
Even their minds worked in unison now. As long as they were away from the clubhouse, they didn’t have to deal with tomorrow’s reality.
Chapter 22 – Mike
Mike’s nails shone as if Arden had covered them with pearl dust, but it was only varnish. So it didn’t fit with Mike’s image, but it was something he’d have with him to remember his boy by for a bit longer.
“All packed up,” Kaley said loudly enough to tear Mike’s gaze away from Arden’s face. He chewed on his lip and offered Arden a smile, still holding on to his small, elegant hands.
“So… remember to take a nap. You didn't get any sleep last night.”
Arden’s eyes were puffy, but it somehow made him look cuter. “I doubt I’ll be sleeping for at least a week, Mike.” He got to his toes, as if to give Mike a kiss, but then ended up hugging him instead.
The need to call everything off and take Arden back to their room was overwhelming, but Mike had promised himself he wouldn’t be selfish and pressed his nose into the crook of Arden’s neck one last time. The fresh scent of jasmine was sweet on the boy’s skin, and so intoxicating he couldn’t bear letting go. So he held Arden until Kaley cleared her throat.