Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Tate shook his head. “I didn’t do shit. They were bigger, and there were two of ’em. I got my ass handed to me and then fled like a coward, like the rest of them, when the cops got close.”
Was that how he viewed it? For years, Liam had wondered about his mystery protector. Little did he know the brave man had been right in front of him for weeks. “No, Tate,” he said, withdrawing his hands so he could cup the man’s face between his palms. “You took the attention away from me without thought for your own safety. I was able to breathe and hold on until the security guard showed up and called an ambulance.” His voice caught. “I thought I was going to die that night. And then there you were, and I had hope.”
“That was the night I realized exactly what would happen to me if I was gay.” Tate’s voice took on a faraway tone as though he’d gotten lost in the painful memories. “I ran away so fast and hard I eventually collapsed. I puked my guts up in a cornfield, just fucking knowing I could not be gay. I said it over and over. ‘I am not gay. I am not gay.’”
The tiny fraction of Liam’s heart not destroyed by this story splintered, joining the rest in a mess of broken pieces. “Tate, I’m so sorry.”
“I’m gay, Luxe.”
Liam smiled, a real one this time. “I know, baby. And I am so lucky that you are.”
They kissed. It was slow, sweet, and delicious, like a velvety red wine. Neither rushed to get naked or raced to get off. They explored each other’s mouths with lips, tongues, and teeth while their hands roamed for what felt like hours. Liam slid his hands back under Tate’s shirt, needing to feel his warm skin. He ran his thumbs over the man’s nipples as he licked into his mouth.
Tate moaned a slow, sensual sound that had Liam shivering in his lap.
“Love your hands on me,” Tate whispered. “Love your mouth. I’m fucking obsessed.” He nipped Liam’s lower lip as his hips made a slow roll, rocking their erections together.”
“God, same,” Liam chased those lips until he got his tongue back in Tate’s mouth. He loved the feel of them sliding against each other in an unhurried yet playful manner.
“I want to taste more of you, Luxe. I want your cock in my mouth. Can I suck you?”
Liam groaned. “Always.” Then jutted his lip out in an overdramatic pout. “But I wanted to suck you.”
“Me first.” Tate grabbed his ass and squeezed until Liam was grinding on him.
“Or…” he whispered in Tate’s ear, “… we could do it at the same time.”
“Yes. That. Oh, fuck yes. Let’s do that.”
“Glad you like my idea.” As Liam scrambled off his lap, Tate went to work, tearing his own clothes off. Within seconds, he was naked and sprawled on the couch with his hard cock pointing straight out as though trying to reach for Liam. “Damn, you are one sexy bastard. All those muscles. Mmm.” He licked his lips as he imagined repeatedly running his tongue up and down over those abs until he got his fill. Another time.
“Why the fuck are you still dressed, Luxe?” Tate asked as he played with the head of his cock.
“I got caught up in the show.” Instead of getting naked as fast as possible as Tate did, he took his sweet time peeling himself out of his tight dance clothes.
“Are you trying to fucking kill me?”
“No,” he said with a sly grin. But I am trying to make you sweat a bit.”
“I’m drenched.” He shifted until he was lying on his back on the couch. “Get those goddamn tights off and sit your pretty ass on my face before I’m covered in my own cum.”
“Well, since you said my ass was pretty…” He finished undressing much quicker. His cock was so damn hard it bobbed as he closed the distance to the couch.
“Everything about you is pretty.”
“Yeah?” Liam couldn’t help himself and took his hands on a slow journey down the front of his body, loving the way Tate practically drooled as he watched.
“Hell yes. So damn smooth. I love your body. You’re so muscular but not bulky like me. So sleek. Yeah, that’s the word. Sleek and pretty.”
Liam preened.
“You’re such a praise slut,” Tate said with a laugh.
“Hmm, I think you might be right. Hearing you call me pretty makes me want to do all sorts of nasty things to you.” He swung a leg onto the couch behind Tate’s head, then settled the other near the edge. His ass and balls hovered directly over Tate’s face.
“Goddamn, that’s a view.”
“Tell me about it.” The unobstructed landscape of Tate’s magnificent body lay before him—rippling abs, a few tattoos, and miles of tanned skin culminating in a long, thick cock that was all his for the night.