Kage Unleashed Read Online Maris Black (Kage Trilogy #2)

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Angst, BDSM, College, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Kage Trilogy Series by Maris Black
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
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He hid his face in the covers. “Yes,” he said, and he started grinding down on me, milking my cock with his ass just like I’d requested.

“That’s what I thought.” I pounded into him like he wanted, angling so that I continued working his gland. He was mewling like an animal, scrambling desperately, slipping down further off the bed so he could get at his own cock with his hand. “Come with me, Jamie. I want to feel you shooting while I unload in your ass. Come on.”

And that’s all it took. A little dirty talking and pegging of his gland, and he was spewing all down the side of the comforter. The feel of his spasms set me off, and I cried out and came so hard my vision went black.

When I caught my breath, I bent down and pulled my shorts back on and slipped my feet back into my sandals. I looked at my phone to check the time. “See, we don’t need any of that boyfriend business,” I told him. “We’ll just fuck, right? I give you what you need, you give me what I need.”

I was being an asshole. I knew it. Because no matter how much I tried to pretend I wasn’t, I was still pissed about what happened in Georgia. Now it seemed like the more vulnerable he made me feel, the more I needed to put him in his place.

Jamie nodded and whimpered something that might have been a yes, still face down and boneless on the bed, his knees nearly dragging the floor.

I opened the door to the bedroom, and Steve and Jason scattered like roaches. When they each reached opposite sides of the living room, they broke into peals of laughter.

“What the hell?” I said. “Were you listening?”

They both shook their heads, eyes stretched wide, looking guilty as hell. Then they broke down laughing again, and I glared at them.

“Shit, brother,” Jason said. “I gotta admit, you are the fucking man. I thought we were wild at camp, but your apartment puts that to shame.”

“So glad I could entertain you,” I said sarcastically.

“Hello, Jamie,” Steve said, looking toward the bedroom door, his eyebrows raised. “You’re looking mighty fine this morning.”

I turned around just in time to see Jamie padding across the floor barefoot and completely naked. My heart skipped a beat. I glanced back at Steve and Jason, wishing I could make them unsee what they were both staring so raptly at.

I wasn’t concerned about Steve, because he wasn’t Jamie’s type. Jason worried me a little bit, though. I don’t care if he’d seen a thousand guys in the gym locker room, the sight of Jamie just-fucked, with his dark hair messy and his eyes half-lidded, was something completely different, and he was not even pretending not to stare.

“Get some goddamn clothes on,” I heard myself saying.

Jamie just smiled at me. “You said you didn’t want to see those clothes on me again. Make up your mind.”

Steve laughed, and I shot him a withering glare. “You knew what I meant, Jamie. Wear something of mine. You coming out here like that is fifty kinds of fucked up, and you know it. You’re just trying to piss me off.”

“Looks like it’s working, too,” Steve said.

“Shut up, Steve. Jamie…”

“Jeez, Kage. Get all worked up about nothing one time. It’s not like I’m your boyfriend, remember?” Jamie huffed and crossed his arms, and somehow the pose called attention to his dick, just spent and nestling there in its bed of dark hair, and I just wanted to break something.

“No, you’re not my boyfriend,” I said. “But I think we just established that I pay for that ass, so get in there and cover it up.” I didn’t really mean it, and he didn’t like it, but I’d said it and I wasn’t taking it back. Fuck him for trying to yank my chain. I could play that game just as hard as he could.

His mouth stretched into a grim line, but that was the only thing that gave away how he really felt about my comment. He just shrugged and went into the bedroom, and I heard him rummaging through my drawers. Probably messing everything up in them just to spite me.

There was a knock at the door. Room service with the cheeky bastard’s food.

I went to the door and let the guy wheel in a cart full of breakfast food. High calorie, high carb shit that I wasn’t allowed to touch with a ten-foot pole. When the scents hit me, bacon and orange and sausage and pastries, my stomach groaned loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear.

“Sounds like I got this up to you just in time, Mr. Santori,” the waiter said.

“Yep,” I agreed, not bothering to explain to the guy that I wouldn’t be eating much until after my weigh-in, when I’d load back up for the fight.



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