Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Chapter 14
Wyatt Hernandez
Wyatt woke up feeling like a new man. And that was saying something, considering he got a grand total of around three hours of sleep. It didn’t matter, though. Wyatt would have stayed up for the next three days if it meant never having to let go of Roman. Their night (and early morning) had been extra explosive, as if they needed to make up for all the lost time between them. They made love until their bodies were spent and then would talk until their bodies were ready for rounds five and six.
And it wasn’t just the sex Wyatt loved. The conversation between them was nearly as orgasmic. The two of them could talk about anything for any length of time, words flowing easily and laughter usually following. They’d get philosophical one second and then be teasing each other the next, easily bouncing from topic to topic and never once getting bored.
“Morning, baby.” Roman kissed Wyatt before rubbing sleep from his eyes.
“You mean afternoon? It’s almost twelve.”
“It is,” Roman said, glancing at the old-fashioned digital clock on the nightstand. Their room was styled the same as the rest of the house, with mid-century modern furniture and bright pops of color. The wall behind the bed was painted a bright teal, with a white floral pattern flowing across it. Their window looked out to the pool, although the curtains were closed, so it blocked their view. Wyatt could still hear playful splashing and the thump of music coming through the closed window.
“Sounds like there’s a pool party we weren’t invited to,” Wyatt said, cuddling into Roman’s body underneath the thick comforter. He kicked his leg through Roman’s, nearly sighing when he became encased by Roman’s heavy thighs.
“Let’s go and join them before they think we’re never coming out,” Roman said. He worked himself out of the table of limbs and sheets with a heavy breath, standing up and stretching in all his manly glory. Wyatt propped himself up with a pillow and admired the sexiest man alive—and he didn’t need no magazine cover to prove it. He could see it with his own eyes; Roman was everything.
He had a lean, muscular body that rippled when he moved, his abs mesmerizing Wyatt before allowing his eyes to travel downward, over the trail of dark hair that led down to the main event. Roman’s circumcised dick was nearly as big soft as it was when it was hard, and that was impressive since he was at least two inches bigger than Wyatt was. Roman ran his hand over his chest, up to his neck, smiling down at Wyatt.
“Like what you see?”
“Are you kidding me? I love it.” Wyatt leaned forward and licked Roman’s soft cock, burying his nose in the trimmed hair and taking in a breath before he licked his way back down, sucking the head into his mouth and swirling his tongue.
Roman dropped his head back and gave a pleased moan. “Come on,” he said, practically prying Wyatt off his hardening length. “If we start now, then we’re never getting out of this bedroom.”
“Is that such a bad thing?” Wyatt asked, batting long lashes in Roman’s direction.
“Not until Bang Bang comes knocking on the door, wondering if we’ve been abducted in our sleep.”
Wyatt laughed, finding the strength to get himself off the bed and have a stretch of his own. Roman grabbed his hips and pulled him in just as his arms were lowering, trapping him against his firm chest. Wyatt looked up and smiled into a pair of bright green eyes that always reminded him of a priceless pair of emeralds.
“I promise,” Roman said in between kisses, “we’ll have a repeat of last night. Over and over and over again.”
“Good. I love reruns.” Wyatt smiled into another kiss, his hands moving up to grab Roman’s strong back, feeling his shoulders dance under his touch. They kissed a little longer, nearly falling back into bed before they heard movement from out in the hall. Expecting Bang Bang to burst into the room at any moment, they separated and went for their clothes. Wyatt had packed a pair of bathing suits for the both of them, expecting a couple of days relaxing in the pool. They definitely earned it after all they’d been through.
Wyatt pulled his on—a pair of bright blue shorts with cartoon cacti printed all around it—and handed Roman his.
“These are cute,” he said, stuffing himself in a pink pair of shorts with crocodiles on them.
“Are they too small?” Wyatt asked, cocking his head, eyes going straight to the bulge.
“Nah, they’re fine.” He adjusted himself and only managed to enhance his prominent package. Wyatt shrugged. He sure as hell wasn’t about to complain. They went into the bathroom to brush their teeth and finish getting ready. The music outside grew louder as they left the bedroom, walking through the messy living room and out through the sliding glass doors.