Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
It only worked halfway, but was enough for Drake to lose some balance, and from there, the sparring continued like a conversation without words. Each punch and block both brought them closer with touch and communicated the stubborn tension that kept them from reconnecting.
Clover’s confidence soared with each well-executed move, and he even managed to land a few punches as well as block most that came his way. For once, Drake didn’t act as if Clover was a puppy with a broken leg, but gave him the treatment he would an equal partner. And as sweat beaded on his body, catching sunlight, Clover found himself increasingly bold in the way he attacked, bringing them into close contact over and over.
Drake’s face expressed pure focus, but when they landed in the grass, Clover went for it all the way and pushed Drake’s wrists down when he saw an opening. Both of them stilled, Drake breathing evenly as he studied Clover in silence.
Clover beamed at Drake, still struggling to catch his breath. “I’m like Nala.”
“Who?”
Clover groaned. “You’ve never seen Lion King? Seriously?”
Drake offered him the tiniest of smiles and shook his head, relaxing in the cool grass, even though Clover was still pinning him down. “No idea what you’re talking about.”
“Never mind. Anyway…” Clover dared to lie down on Drake. “Remember how I did this first time we kissed?” he asked, sensing hope twinkle deep in his chest when there was no pushback.
Drake exhaled. “Did what?”
“Pinned you down.”
A dark laugh emerged from Drake’s chest. “You never pinned me down. I let you.”
Clover rolled his eyes, exhilarated by Drake’s touch. “That’s what all losers say.”
“I only lose when I want to,” Drake said, and his fingertips rubbed Clover’s as they stared at one another.
“I guess you didn’t lose, since you got a kiss out of the whole thing.” Clover didn’t even blink as he lowered his face and pressed his mouth to Drake’s. They’d been circling each other since that kiss in balaclavas, and now he was getting another taste of the man whose love he so deeply craved.
Relief relaxed his muscles when Drake opened his lips while their fingers slotted together into a loving hold. As Drake teased Clover’s tongue with his mouth, the sound of Champagne corks popping in his brain had Clover changing position so his cock lay against Drake’s. He groaned in pleasure when he sensed them both stiffening.
He’d worried Drake would never be able to see him as a sexual being again. They might have eventually worked their way up to a platonic kind of love, but something would have remained missing, and that prospect near-broke Clover’s heart. But here they were, lying together like two lovers. Finally.
He closed his eyes and deepened the kiss, exploring the warmth of Drake’s mouth and grinding against him. It was as if they were doing this for the first time, but the illusion of innocence was gone once Drake pulled his hands out of Clover’s hold and grabbed his ass. It was show time.
“Is this okay?” Drake asked, sitting up and pushing Clover with him. His breath danced over Clover’s neck like a warm whirlwind, followed by gentle kisses that felt like no one else’s.
“Yes,” Clover whispered, wrapping his arms around Drake’s neck. “I love sex. I always did. I won’t have it taken away from me.”
Drake captured his lips once again, and in an unusually bold move for him, his hands dove under Clover’s bottoms, kneading naked flesh. “No. This is mine.”
Clover’s breath caught, and he leaned into Drake, wanting to melt into his man. His heart beat faster than it had during the run, and he kissed Drake’s ear in relief. “Yes. Yours.” Clover had to fight the tears clouding his eyes, too exhilarated for words. He wanted his Drake back. The Drake who touched him with so much confidence and had everything under control.
Drake stuffed his hand into his pocket, slowing down to show Clover a tiny tube of lubricant. His dark eyes shone with a question. Now that they’d gotten back together, the wait was frustrating beyond words.
Clover’s hands were frantic when he grabbed the lube. “Give it to me.” He dove in for an intense kiss, moving faster by the second. “I want you to fuck me so bad,” he said, already rising in Drake’s lap to pull his pants lower. This was all he needed. Access to Drake’s cock.
The black eyes were wide, and their heat burned as he followed Clover’s example and lowered his own sweats. His cock bobbed as soon as it was released, inviting Clover with the shape he knew would feel so good inside him.
“Clover. Yes,” Drake rasped, rubbing his hands up and down Clover’s chest as soon as he was done.
Clover smiled at him, still kneeling over his lap, but grabbed Drake’s cock, spreading lube all over it and getting a thrill from touching it once more. “Say my name again.”