Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
I won’t push. Give him some time to digest everything. He’ll let me know when he’s ready to talk about whatever’s on his mind.
He finishes up some work at his desk while I get ready for bed. Then he moves through his nighttime routine before joining me in only his boxers. Wrapping an arm around me, he pulls me close.
I’m still worried about pressing, but I want him to know I’m here for him. “How you holding up?”
“I’m so fucking stupid,” he whispers, his breath rushing against my chest. He angles his head so he can look up at me. “I really thought we were gonna head in there and hear something that would make everything click into place. Then I’d be off with another lead that would help me piece it all together. But life doesn’t fucking work like that.”
Tears glisten in his eyes, and he turns away. Breaks my heart to see him like this.
“Zane, there’s nothing wrong with wishing you had answers.”
He takes my hand and places it on my abs, interlocking our fingers.
“As disappointed as I am, I’m glad you were there. Thank you for coming. It would have been a lot harder without you. Even some of those questions, I was like, Damn, I should have thought of that sooner.”
“Happy to help.”
“You do more than that,” he says so softly, I’m not even sure he meant to say it out loud. “I didn’t love that he was so fucking hot, though,” he adds. “I thought you might backtrack and go home with him.”
I laugh.
Even though I sensed some jealousy in my short king at the coffeehouse, I don’t imagine this is his biggest concern. Figure he just wants to lighten the mood from all the heaviness we had to work through with Wes.
“He’s definitely a pretty man,” I say, which earns a glare. “But he’s no Zane.”
His expression softens again.
“Anyway,” I say, “you like guys too. I could be just as jealous.”
“But you’re not.” He says that with such certainty.
“What makes you say that?”
He releases my hand and repositions so he’s on his knees, straddling my leg, his hands pressed down on either side of me. He leans close, staring directly into my eyes. “Because you know I’m all yours,” he whispers, his breath slamming into my lips, the familiar scent of mint from his mouthwash tingling at my nose.
I didn’t even realize how tense I was until his words and expression send a rush of relief through me. It’s like someone just pumped me with a sedative as a swirl of sensation radiates from my chest outward.
“If you don’t fucking know it, then you should.” He leans even closer, tilting his head and licking across my lips. Instinctively, I open my mouth, and his tongue enters before I feel his lips crush down against mine.
My arms hook around him as I pull him so he’s pressed up against me. He’s right here, his body tight against mine, his tongue as far back as it can get, but it’s not close enough; it never fucking is.
As we keep kissing, I don’t even feel human anymore. We’re a series of breaths, wet kisses, and gentle nibbles.
Zane finally breaks away from my lips, his mouth igniting sparks in each spot he kisses as he trails across my cheek to my ear. “I want you to fuck me tonight, Leif,” he whispers into my ear before kissing right beside it. The sensation shoots right through me. “It’s all too much for me, Leif. Fuck me until I forget about everything but how much I need your cock in me. Fuck me so that even when my mind tries to wander, it’ll keep coming back to the pleasure you’re giving me. Fuck me until we don’t even remember who we are.” His lips return to mine.
“I…don’t know…if that will work,” I say between kisses, and he pulls away, frowning. “But no harm in trying.”
His familiar smirk returns, something mischievous in his expression before he attacks me with another kiss.
These kisses remind me of those early fucks, when we were clawing at each other’s bodies, rushing toward the end so that nothing could take it from us, as though the experience were water and we were dying of thirst.
We’re a bit of a mess as we work together to get him out of his boxers and me out of a pair of pajama bottoms. Then he scrambles to get lube from the nightstand before straddling my waist again.
He lubes me up, my cock hardening in his grip.
There’s an intensity in his expression as he lines my cock up with his hole, navigating me inside.
He’s tighter than usual; I’m certain it’s the stress of our conversation with Wes. It’s been weighing so heavily on him since we left the coffeehouse.
He rests his ass on my cock, his expression straining. “Fuck,” he mutters.