Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Vars briefly shut his eyes, as if he wanted to blink away an unwanted image, and it made Jake pull him closer. “He was so strong. I just couldn’t get away. I didn’t stand a chance. And then came this moment when my lungs were about to explode with pain, and I breathed in the hot water. I floated. Inside and out. The last thing I remember was that my limbs would no longer move.
“I saw him standing over me through the water. I can still see it in detail. He just stared down at me, and I didn’t have the strength to emerge, even though he wasn’t holding me down anymore. Everything went black. There was nothing. Nothing.”
Vars’s voice became hoarse at the end, and he pressed his mouth to Jake’s hair, as if despite his age, experience, and strength, he needed a cuddle, so that was exactly what he would get.
Jake hugged him tightly, and no matter how much bigger Vars was, Jake he put all his protective feelings into the embrace, in his mind already planning a gruesome death for Damon.
“I will be at your side. He won’t get to you.” Jake stroked Vars’s back, slowly realizing that he now had a boyfriend. But even that couldn’t rival with the novelty of being involved in matters much more important than stocking up beers and making sure the garage was spotless. Still a prospect, yet he could feel in his bones that he was no longer in this awkward stage between child and man. Jake was finally invited to understand the club’s secrets, shared his own, and now needed to offer his man support. He accepted the responsibility with open arms.
“I know that’s what you want right now, but promise me you won’t. He’s dangerous. I mean it,” Vars said, gently petting Jake’s cheek with his fingertips.
Jake groaned, hardly containing the explosion of anger inside him. “For what he did to you, he doesn’t deserve to just walk. Is Damon… Is he still Magpie’s man?”
A sudden sound came from beyond the bed. Loud and clear, it sounded like someone clearing their throat to draw their attention.
Vars sat up, his muscles tense, hands curled into fists, but the moment his gaze darted to the corner by the window, power seemed to have drained out of him. “What the actual fuck? What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?”
Jake too stared at Mr. Magpie, suddenly shy like a blushing bride and pulling the sheet up to his chin. The man (demon?) just sat there in a bean bag with a rose-gold iPad in hand, and frowned as if it was them who’d had his privacy invaded, not the other way around.
Magpie pushed his long hair over his shoulder, magnificent in an embroidered robe decorated with elaborate knots at the front. He wouldn’t have been out of place at the photoshoot for a D&G ad. “This is my building,” he said, cocking his head to the side. “I was just doing the two of you the courtesy of not waking you up when I arrived. Then I got lost in a book, but my name was mentioned so I figured it was time to make you aware of my presence.” Even in the fucking bean bag he looked like a king.
Vars rubbed his eyeballs with his fingertips and let out a prolonged exhale that expressed all the things the situation made Jake feel as well. “If you’re getting into someone else’s space, you better let them know you’re there. This conversation was private, Magpie. Private.” With that, Vars rolled out of bed, completely naked. “Do you mind waiting for us in the living room?”
Jake wasn’t sure how Magpie would react to Vars speaking to him so directly, but the man did get up. Jake kept a straight face, but he was happy to see that even a demon wasn’t able to get up from a bean bag in a dignified manner.
“I will see the two of you there shortly. We have much to discuss.”
They waited until Magpie finished his stately stride to the door and closed it behind him. Jake stared at the entrance, still shocked by such an intrusion. It was only Vars’s hands on the sides of his ass and the beard teasing the burning skin that made him move again. He giggled like a schoolgirl at the kiss to his buttock, but a gentle bite that followed made him yelp, so he quickly rolled out of bed.
They dressed in a hurry, and he was shocked to discover just how much the denim rubbed against his ass. With the jockstrap doing nothing to protect his sensitive skin, the sensation was a constant reminder of what they’d done yesterday. Regardless of how dire their situation was, he still couldn’t keep a wide smile off his face when he thought back to yesterday’s session.