Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I leaned back on my knees and squeezed some lube onto my cock, smearing it over my length before I pressed forward, pushing against his rim. He breathed out and bore down, accepting me into his body. When I slipped past that first tight ring of muscle, we both moaned.
God, he felt like Heaven wrapped around me.
When I finally bottomed out inside of him, I laid my body over his, giving him the connection he desperately sought. He wound his arms around me and pressed his legs into my sides, tucking his face into the curve of my neck as I fucked in and out of him with slow, sure strokes. With every thrust of my hips, his cock dragged against my belly and my cock pegged his prostate.
Anurak was whining and moaning, his nails biting into my skin as he clung to me. But fuck, when he spilled between us, completely fucking untouched, and cried out my name like he was praying to me, I lost it. I kissed him hard and deep, and with three more strokes, I was filling him up. Breeding him.
Making him mine.
“I love you,” Anurak said in a small voice, looking up at me through glassy eyes. I cupped his cheek, my heart throbbing inside my chest cavity. “I know it’s so early, but I do. I love you.”
I rested my forehead on his, closing my eyes and relishing in this beautiful moment with him. “I love you, too, perrito,” I rasped. I pressed my lips to his in a kiss that both stoked the flames within us and soothed us all at once. “You’re my entire fucking world.”
CHAPTER NINE
Rico
Ihated having to slip out of bed. Hated having to be away from my boy for any length of time. But I needed to be outside while Alfonzo did this weapons exchange with our dealer from Mexico. The cartel leader liked having me available for the exchanges, and it wasn’t because he didn’t trust Alfonzo.
It was that he didn’t trust me. Which was fine because I didn’t fucking trust him either. The only reason I dealt with him was that he had pull here in the States and dealing with him made it easier to get weapons across the border.
After showering and dressing in a pair of slacks and a plain black, button-down shirt, I headed downstairs. Alfonzo was already waiting on me. He glanced at his watch as he stuffed the last bite of toast into his mouth, crumbs falling down the front of his t-shirt. He brushed them away as he looked at me.
Didn’t matter how much money this man made; he was always going to just be… him.
“We’ve got about five minutes,” he told me. “With it being such a small order, I should be able to quickly do the count so you can pay and they can be on their merry fucking way.”
I nodded once. Sounded like a fucking plan to me.
Alfonzo’s phone went off, and he glanced at the text before heading for the door. I followed, letting him walk out ahead of me. When I stepped outside, Emmanuel was just sliding out of the back of his SUV, his driver holding the door open for him. We met halfway and shook hands, while Alfonzo walked to the van to do a weapons count.
“You look well,” Emmanuel said.
“Mmm,” was all I responded with. He chuckled and straightened his suit jacket. “You normally order a larger amount, Rico. Why the change?”
“None of your concern,” I told him bluntly. He hummed, obviously not liking my answer, but I knew he wouldn’t push me on it. He might have had pull here in the States, but I had a bigger pull and more connections. I wasn’t an enemy he wanted.
I was always on alert when Emmanuel and his men were near, so when the front door opened, and Anurak stepped outside, I was immediately aware, my attention shifting to him. The moment his foot touched the porch, multiple guns were trained on him. He shrieked in alarm, his wide eyes locking on mine, fear blurring the dark depths. Snarling, terrified for my boy and fucking furious someone dared point a weapon in his direction, I gripped the front of Emmanuel’s shirt and slammed him against his SUV. “Order them to stand down!” I barked. “Now!”
He called out the order in Spanish, and the moment the guns were off my boy, I leaned in, glaring at him. “If you or your men turn a weapon on my boy again, I will tear your world apart,” I growled at him in Spanish, daring him to challenge me.
“Understood,” Emmanuel said, easily backing down to me.
I released him with a rough shove, then quickly strode to Anurak, who was still frozen on the porch, his eyes wide with terror. His body was trembling, his teeth chattering. Gripping his hips, I backed him into the house and kicked the door shut behind me before pressing him against the wall, my mouth sealing across his.