Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Needing him to smile again, Rain raised his eyebrows. “You got other kinks you want to confess?”
“Nah. I’ve fooled around with some stuff, but nothing serious. I mean, I wouldn’t be averse to spanking you next time you try to shortchange your push-ups, but pain isn’t a regular part of my fantasies.”
“What is?” Rain was still considering the display of toy options. Maybe he could get Garrick to give him a hint as to what he should pick.
“Lately, the whole fucking you near-catatonic thing. Preferably with you wearing something sexy.” Seductive grin back, Garrick shrugged. “What can I say? I’ve got simple tastes.”
“Ha. I like it.” And he did because it gave him an excellent idea of what direction to go with the toy purchase. “And this?”
He pointed to one of the packages in the locked case, loving how Garrick’s eyes went wide as he nodded. Damn if he wasn’t starting to absolutely live for those sorts of reactions from Garrick, body already counting down until they were alone.
* * *
A million years ago, Garrick had been a horny teen, reckless and spontaneous with a single-minded intensity that made sex both fun and an almost physical necessity. And he’d spent most of the past year worried that those feelings were gone for good, that spontaneity was never going to be a thing for him again, that headlong rush into an encounter simply not possible. But Rain kept proving him wrong.
As it turned out, spontaneity wasn’t a literal mad dash for the nearest horizontal surface, but rather an energy, a bubbling, swirling, sexy vibe that followed them from the adult store to the car to the drive back to his place, them ramping each other up with little touches and heated looks and sharing fantasies and stories. It carried them, even through the mundaneness of unloading and greeting Cookie. Right before Rain took Cookie out, he pressed Garrick’s pill bottle into his hand, a wordless suggestion that rather than killing the mood seemed simply part of it, part of this intoxicating mix of anticipation and need.
So he used their absence to swallow the medication before he could talk himself out of it, and soon they were sprawled on his bed, lights low and fire going, that rush he’d craved still sweeping them up. Rain was half on top of him and it felt like the only thing that mattered in the whole world was keeping this make-out session going. Each kiss was a revelation, snowflakes to marvel at, each unique and special and worth slowing down for.
“Fuck. I love this.” Lips kiss-swollen, Rain grinned down at him before claiming another kiss. They were still clothed, and somehow that added to the excitement, made those first touches on skin that much more potent. He worked a hand under Rain’s sweater, memorizing the warmth of his back, the flex of his muscles, the way he hissed as Garrick stroked his spine. His tight black jeans had slipped down enough to expose a line of silky underwear for Garrick to play with, fingers dancing over the waistband before dipping under the elastic.
“Purple, huh? Forget the new outfit. I wanna see these.”
“Coming right up.” Eyes sparkling, Rain scampered off him to stand next to the bed.
“Give me a good show.” Leaning back against the pillows, he luxuriated in the delicious feeling of being this turned on and not in a hurry. Rain’s eagerness, both to please and to show off, was heady stuff.
“Go-go dancer, I’m not.” Rain laughed as he yanked his hair the rest of the way down, shaking it free and making Garrick’s fingers curl, wanting to touch it again. His easy movements belied his words, shimmying a little as he raised, then lowered his sweater, flash of skin and treasure trail.
“Maybe not, but you’re damn sexy. Go on,” Garrick encouraged.
Emboldened, Rain pulled the sweater up and off, a smooth gesture that revealed his increasingly toned chest and arms, all their workouts paying off. His dark nipples pebbled up as they were exposed, and Garrick had to resist the temptation to call Rain over so he could taste and touch. Soon. But first, Rain’s little show was too fun to miss, especially when Rain spun, showing off his ass.
He lowered his pants by increments, revealing a silky pair of dark purple underwear with lace inserts playing peekaboo with Rain’s smooth skin. When he stepped out of his pants and turned back around, the fabric outlined his hard cock in a way that had Garrick needing to lick his lips, especially the way Rain’s cockhead poked out of the waistband, as if it couldn’t wait to get in on the action.
“Leave them on,” he urged as he opened his arms to welcome Rain back to the bed.
“I want to play with our news toys.” Giving a sassy butt wiggle, Rain retrieved the bag from the store, dumping the contents next to Garrick before climbing back onto the bed. “You’re overdressed again. You remedy that and I’m going to sort out the battery situation.”