Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Because my heart felt so full, I was pretty sure it was on the verge of exploding.
2
Tango
Wanting Gabriel was wrong. Fuck, I knew it was, but that didn’t stop me from craving him every single second of the day. Me—a man who wasn’t keen on being touched and struggled to form attachments to anyone or anything—wanted to constantly touch him. Wanted to hold him all the fucking time. If I could sew our skin together—or even better yet just put him inside my body—I’d forever be happy.
But I craved more than just him with me.
I wanted to sink inside of him. Own him. Cover him in my marks so the entire world knew who he belonged to. He was mine. And fuck, I wasn’t supposed to want him like this. I was fucking thirty-four years old, and he was nineteen. Nineteen, for fuck’s sake. It was wrong. He was still a boy.
Fuck, I had to resist him, even if it damn near killed me. Especially when he looked up at me with those trusting, pretty gray eyes. And those freckles… fuck those freckles. They were damn near my undoing every time.
I fisted my aching cock, my head hanging forward, my other hand pressed to the shower wall. I swallowed a moan as I pictured that sweet boy on his knees for me, his dark, curly hair wet and hanging in his eyes, those freckles prominent on his cheekbones and his nose as he blushed all while he swallowed my cock.
God, he would look so perfect. So heartbreakingly beautiful as he submitted to me and trusted me to take care of him. To guide him. To show him how good it felt to worship my cock. I’d make sure he knew he held all the power, even as I instructed him—commanded him.
I bowed to no one. I’d even clashed heads with Johnston on more than one occasion.
But for that boy of mine, I’d get on my fucking knees. I’d crawl for him. I’d rip my flesh from my bones and bleed at his feet if he asked me to.
There wasn’t a fucking thing in this world that I wouldn’t do for him. Because he was all that mattered to me.
Fuck a God. No one needed a God to believe in when a sweet soul like Gabriel was right there to worship.
I tightened my fist around my shaft, pumping harder and faster, my breaths sawing out of my lungs. My balls drew up tight, and I practically swallowed my own tongue to keep from uttering Gabriel’s name as my cum spurted from my tip.
Closing my eyes, I sighed. This boy had me all twisted the fuck up inside. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Before, if someone got under my skin, I’d just fuck them and walk away. The urge would be gone just that easily.
But I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the moment I fucked Gabriel, I’d only want more.
He would wreck me. And fuck, the damage would be beautiful. And I knew I’d welcome every bit of it, even if that sweet boy left me in pieces.
When I walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist, I was surprised to find Gabriel perched on the edge of the recliner, the chocolate milk Halo had brought up in his right hand and a cookie in the left. I’d put him to bed and tucked him in before heading to get a shower. Guess I’d been in there longer than I thought I had.
And to think that most of the time in the shower had been because I’d been jacking off to thoughts of him. Christ.
“Feel better?” I asked him as I grabbed a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt out of my dresser.
“Mhm.” He swallowed his bite of cookie. “A lot better.” He smiled at me, and my heart skipped a beat in my chest. His smile had the power to disarm an entire army. “Can we go outside?”
I nodded. “Yeah, baby. Just let me get dressed, and we’ll head out.”
He nodded his head, his gray eyes brightening. My heart clenched in my chest to the point it hurt. The simplest things made him so happy, and it made my soul ache because I knew he hadn’t experienced much good in his life.
I was trying to change that with every single damn day that passed.
I slipped back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. Gabriel wasn’t allowed outside without me. I didn’t give a fuck who offered to take him out there. I loved my brothers, but I didn’t trust any of them to protect him the way I could. Gabriel was too precious to trust with just anyone. If that offended my brothers, oh damn well. I truly did not give a single flipping fuck.