Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Gray was used to it by now. He lifted the lid and sighed internally. He wasn’t a problem. The kids, however? Once they saw the tiny fur balls in the box…
They were awfully cute, all four of them.
“You’re gonna have to build them a permanent enclosure,” Reese said.
Darius nodded pensively. Gray knew that look. Someone was suddenly glad they hadn’t had the chance to change into sweatpants yet because Darius wasn’t gonna be able to wait.
“I’m not gonna see you for the rest of the day, am I?” Gray smirked.
Darius smirked right back, kissed his cheek, and said, “’Course you will. I’ll be right down there by the other animals.”
Yeah, building.
“Can we help?” Reese asked. “I wouldn’t mind some inspiration for fun times back home.”
“You’re not building me another cage!” Shay exclaimed.
Another?
“Enclosure,” Reese emphasized.
“Sure, you can help out.” Darius wasn’t gonna let himself be derailed. “I think we have all we need, actually. Gray, can you get the snake protection screen from the shed? I wanna make sure we have enough left. We gotta get the house section off the ground too. I did some research and…”
And Gray tuned out his man. This was Darius’s day. First, excuses to get out of social stuff. Second, a new project.
Gray tossed an arm around Shay and said, “Let’s go serve our men some beer and snacks.”
“How submissive of you,” Shay joked.
Yeah, well. Gray did love to dote on his Big DIY Daddy.
CHAPTER NINE
You’re a slow riser when I wake you up with my mouth on your perfect body. It’s like you know what’s going on, so you try to prolong the moment, savor the waking-up part.
I slip a hand under your thigh, sliding it up to squeeze your ass, and kiss your abs. I’m ridiculously attached to those, especially tracing the tip of my tongue along the valleys between your muscles.
I feel like I should thank you again for yesterday. You always make me feel so damn good, baby. I love being at home with you. I love how you alternate between taking care of me—treating me like some king—and fussing over me. How I can be the one you look up to one minute, only to call me baby the next and make sure I eat right.
I’m hooked on that contrast. You make me feel ten feet tall as much as I feel looked after.
That’s new to me.
I press an openmouthed kiss to the base of your cock and feel your lazy fingers combing through my hair.
Sun will be up soon. So will the early-risin’ boys.
I suck you into my mouth and hear the first exhale fill the silence, and you part your legs for me. You want me between them.
You’re almost hard.
Fragments of yesterday flash by as I swirl my tongue around your cock. Your stupid grins when I get excited about a new project, your teasing kisses, your indulgent smiles. Dinner with our friends—your spectacular lasagna. Boone finally taking the control of the music, pissing off Case. Beer on the porch. Sweat, sun, cold winds. Reese, Boone, and Ace taking a dumb selfie with the pigs. Shay visiting the chickens. You laughing when he almost got charged by the rooster. Then seeing you take care of everyone, playing the host you love to be. How you’ve changed my life, knucklehead. How you’ve given it meaning.
“Mmm…” You stretch out sleepily and grow harder for every second.
It doesn’t take long to get you needy. A few minutes, and then you’re right there, breathing heavily, whispering pleas, wanting more. Don’t worry, I’ll fill you soon.
I suck you harder and stroke two fingers around your asshole, and that makes you arch and dig your head back into the pillow.
Fuck me, you’re a vision.
“Gimme your big fat cock, baby,” you moan.
Not yet.
You reach blindly for the lube in the nightstand, and I flatten my tongue along the underside of your cock and take you as deep as I can. Then you stiffen, gasp, and let out a string of keening curses. So close—almost there. I redouble my efforts and go faster, a little harder, a little deeper.
When I roll your balls in my hand, squeeze them a little, you lose it. The first shot of hot come shoots out of your cock and coats the roof of my mouth, and I start swallowing repeatedly. You moan too loudly and throw an arm over your face to muffle the sounds, and I save something for you to fill your mouth with.
I don’t stop until you let out that final breath that makes you become one with the mattress. Then I’m quick to slick up my cock, and I spread your legs a bit more before I press myself against you and push in.
“Oh my fuck,” you groan.
Pleasure washes over me. I bat away your arm, then dip down and kiss you forcefully, and you get a little surprise from me. I slide my come-coated tongue around yours, and we swallow the last of you together.