Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Solomon’s moan was muffled but desperate.
He reached around to stroke his fiancé’s cock, feeling it swell in his grip. “Maybe tomorrow I’ll come by the station for lunch again. We’ll lock your office door and I’ll bend you over your desk and eat your—”
“Fuck!” Solomon shouted, burying his face in the mattress as he came hard around him.
Hugo groaned into his neck. “Coming with you, baby.”
His orgasm crashed over him in a devastating wave, leaving him clinging to Solomon’s back and struggling for breath.
Every time. It was like this every time.
He pulled out, swatted his favorite ass and flopped back on the narrow bed beside him. “You really do want to get freaky at the police station, don’t you?”
“No comment.”
Hugo snorted. “You don’t have to say it. Every time I mention Chief Finn breaking the law it gets a big reaction.”
He turned his head and found those eyes on him. His favorite color. His favorite man. “Want to finish packing us up now? I’d like to get home. Especially since your brother dropped off dinner so we don’t have to make eggs again.”
Solomon’s expression brightened. “What did Rig make for us this time?”
Hugo made a mental note to watch that YouTube channel where Rig and his grandmother gave cooking lessons. “It’s a surprise.”
He stood and pulled up his jeans, looking around his old room with a wistful smile. Everything was changing and the Waynes were playing musical chairs with their living arrangements.
Hugo was moving in with Solomon. Shelley was moving in with Austen. Thoreau had added a strange, unexpected addition to the Wayne-plex with his coworker and sometimes girlfriend, Fiona. And that move was made possible by Bronte deciding to take the apartment above their parent’s garage. There was even talk that Robert would take the spare room at Emerson’s house, since he was on leave from work after an altercation with a coworker. Hugo had a feeling he knew which one.
But no matter where life took their children, Cassandra and Foster would always be here. This house would always be here. Rooms just where they left them, and an open invitation to stay.
It was a comforting thought.
“What’s wrong?”
Hugo slid his arm around Solomon’s waist. “At the moment? Not a single damn thing.”
“Then let’s go home.”
***
Bronte
It never failed. Every time she needed something from the top shelf, all the men in her life disappeared as if by magic. Wasn’t that always the way?
Bronte stood in her parent’s garage, looking up at the box in consternation. Her brother had moved out of the upstairs apartment, taking everything with him to his new house and giving her the excuse she needed to move out of the duplex for a while.
Now that Hugo wouldn’t be there to carpool to work and save her from Austen’s harebrained schemes and cosmetic concoctions, she had two choices. Stay where she was or go back to where she started.
She’d been the oldest, and the first to move above the garage when she turned eighteen and started nursing school. Coming back at forty-one wasn’t the dent to her ego her coworkers seemed to think it would be. It was a safe harbor. And she needed one right about now.
It was also better than living in her own version of the Odd Couple. Austen was loving and supportive, but she was constantly trying to turn Bronte into something she wasn’t. She needed a new hairstyle, a new wardrobe. She needed to stop crocheting on the couch and start taking salsa lessons.
She needed to have sex.
That might be the one thing they agreed on, but she wasn’t about to admit it to her stunning little sister.
So for now, this was the right move.
As long as her parents never found out what she’d done.
Bronte searched the garage until she found the stepladder. It wasn’t all that sturdy, but she only needed to keep it steady long enough to get that box.
When she put her weight on it, the creaking sounded ominous, giving her pause. She supposed she could go seek out Hugo and Solomon, but she had a feeling she’d be scarred for life.
She was so happy for her brother. She’d liked Solomon Finn the instant they’d met, and she’d known he was the one for Hugo, but those two together raised the temperature by twenty degrees wherever they went now. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other during lunch, even with their mother and father sitting right there at the table.
The fact that they’d disappeared ten minutes ago did not bode well for them being available for this situation.
She’d have to do it herself.
Big surprise.
It wasn’t that important, she thought as she took another step. Some picture frames and decorations she’d bought with money from her first job to decorate her first adult apartment. Pure sentiment that she shouldn’t be risking her neck for.