Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Come on! You’re getting wet!” Ros yelled from inside the gazebo and squeezed water out of his lovely hair. A guy like him would have become someone’s prison bitch by the end of his first day of lockup, yet here on the outside, a pretty face and a laid-back attitude weren’t weaknesses.
Out here, Ros could exude all the charm he wanted without the need to watch his back, because normal people didn’t see him as a tasty morsel to claim. He had no way of knowing that a predator from a different kind of world had invaded his in disguise and was about to sink its teeth into his sweet flesh.
Shane stumbled off the bike and entered the gazebo, putting his helmet on the narrow bench surrounding the interior. The paint covering the wood had long started chipping, but the concrete floor wouldn’t get soft under their feet, and the roof, while surely inhabited by spiders and other critters, provided adequate shelter.
He had Rosen trapped.
But the prey walked up to Shane and caught his lips in a kiss.
“Do you think they called the cops?” Ros laughed, sliding his arms around Shane’s waist. His hands were so warm where they touched Shane, but he caught them, unwilling to let the boy control the situation. He needed a clear head if he were to remain in charge.
“A biker would never call the cops, if he’s the real deal,” Shane murmured, his gaze swiping over the plump mouth that would have been the dream of any man in prison. Oh, it would have gotten so much use behind bars.
“Oh yeah? You hang out with bikers?” Ros’s blue eyes made him look far more innocent than he was. Shane had to remind himself that the boy wasn’t a fae prince but the son of a corrupt politician, who also dealt drugs on the side. It didn’t matter how naive he seemed or whether he’d been a virgin last night.
“Maybe. And you know what some bikers do to pretty boys like you?” Shane asked, his flesh already cooking under the skin as he pushed Ros at one of the pillars supporting the roof.
Ros gasped, pupils widening in an instant. “What?”
Shane’s laugh sounded like a growl when he pressed down on the elegant shoulders, eyes fixated on Ros’s tongue, which darted from between his lips to lick the corner of his mouth.
“They use them like this.”
Understanding passed Ros’s face, flushing his cheeks, but he got to his knees, running his hands along Shane’s sides. He faced Shane’s zipper, but still glanced out into the wall of rain.
“But be the lookout,” he whispered.
Shane exhaled, and his ears rang as he watched the handsome young man kneel on the dirty floor, ready to take his dick between those sinfully beautiful lips.
Shit. Was this happening? It had been so long since Shane had gotten head without the need to rush.
“Oh, I won’t let anyone else look at you.”
The beautiful smile from below just about melted his knees, and Ros never broke their eye contact as he leaned in and kissed the front of Shane’s jeans. “What if I’m bad at this?” Ros teased, only reminding Shane that he’d be the first to come in Ros’s greedy mouth.
“Then I’ll teach you everything there is to know about being my cocksucker,” he whispered, unable to take his eyes off the handsome face rubbing at his fly. His cock was already hard and bulged against the boy’s cheekbone.
The eager nod from Ros would have gotten any man stiff as a tree trunk. Ros went for Shane’s belt and opened it while licking his lips. Was he already imagining what his first cock would taste like? Just the thought of having Ros available to him every day made Shane’s shoulders lighter.
There he was. Free at last, smelling the rain, and about to get his dick sucked in a forest. Only now was it truly hitting him that he was out and there were no guards to pull them apart, if noticed.
He could enjoy his time with Ros as long as he wanted and make his move against Beck once his kid was completely debauched and eager to drink all the spunk Shane was willing to offer him.
“You look so damn hot down there, pretty boy,” he rasped, pushing his hand into the thick hair.
“I’m rather enjoying my view as well.” Ros winked at him and pulled down the zipper with an expression so hungry Shane had the impulse to hold him by the hair and feed him the cock he was waiting for. But Ros wasn’t a whore sucking dick for cigarettes, and Shane exhaled, trying to calm down. He wasn’t yet used to the new reality of having a lover he didn’t need to treat as a creature vastly different from him, and for a moment felt at a loss. What did this pretty thing expect from him?