Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Mmm,” Rayne moaned, his dick getting hard with very little stimulation. “I want you inside of me tonight.”
“Or maybe I want you inside of me,” Mike rumbled low in his chest, pulling Rayne snug between his thighs. His rough stubble scraped along his throat as he made his way to his ear. Rayne closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, wanting more.
“You know I’ll give you anything you want,” Rayne confessed, meaning it.
They kissed some more until Mike slowly brought it to an end. “We still have people here.”
“Ugh. I know.” Rayne was ready to call it a night and get Mike upstairs and naked. He wanted to take his mind off his evil ex, who’d come and ruined their celebration.
“I’m about to tell them the party’s over.”
Rayne chuckled. “At nine o’clock? They’re gonna call you an old man.”
“They don’t need to know why I want to get in bed right now.” Mike sucked on Rayne’s throat some more. “None of them need to know that I’m gonna lick you everywhere before I sink deep inside of you.”
Rayne moaned too loud, as if they were alone. He was trying to think clearly despite the pleasurable sensations Mike was delivering straight to his groin. Neither of them could go back outside until their cocks were no longer pitching tents in their shorts. But Mike’s nasty talk in that gritty, baritone tenor was keeping him rigid.
“Damn, Dad… have some class. You guys are just gonna go at it right here in the kitchen when you have company? That’s rude,” Trent muttered as he walked past them and into the kitchen and started helping himself to the leftovers, packing what looked like two hefty plates to go.
Mike didn’t release Rayne, but he dropped his forehead to his shoulder. “Trent. If you guys are about to leave… do it faster. But first, did Bishop text you?”
“For the twentieth goddamn time, no, Mike.” Trent opened the fridge and took out four beers and put them in his doggy bag. He also took the french onion dip, the bag of Ruffles chips, the mostly full bottle of ketchup, Mike’s unopened pack of bologna, and he finished by taking the last few slices of bread in the loaf from the counter and adding them in too.
“What did I tell you about using my kitchen as a grocery store, T?” Mike said with his face still buried in Rayne’s throat, sounding exhausted and a little amused. The vibrations from his rough voice sent delicious tremors down Rayne’s arms.
“You told me to stop,” Trent mocked. “I heard you the first time. But I need something for my lunch tomorrow, Pops, and I don’t feel like stopping at a store.”
“Whatever. Just make sure you call me as soon as you hear from Bishop,” Mike breathed.
“I already said I would. We’re about to go home. I have to get up early.” Trent was on his way out of the kitchen but halted midstep at Rayne’s fruit bowl and eyed the large oranges he’d picked up from the market yesterday. “I’ll just take a couple of these too.”
“Hey, those are Rayne’s,” Mike fussed.
“It’s okay, I can buy more.” Rayne chuckled when Trent turned pleading eyes on him. “Take whatever you want, Trent.”
“Jesus, don’t fuckin’ tell him that. He’ll take the whole damn refrigerator.”
Trent didn’t pay attention to Mike and instead told Rayne, “You’re gonna be a cool-ass stepdad, man… even though I’m like two months older than you.”
“Oh gosh.” Rayne shook his head, heat flushing up his neck. “Are you and your brother always going to remind me of that?”
“Probably.” Trent shrugged nonchalantly. “We been thinking of some names for you, Rayne, besides our younger-than-us stepdad.”
“Great,” Mike mumbled.
“Bishop likes step-dude, or step-guy,” Trent chuckled. “But I think we should call you our old man—y’know, pun intended.”
“You guys sure you don’t wanna just call me Rayne?” he asked, his cheeks warming with excitement. Bishop and Trent thinking of him that way made him feel as if he’d been whisked into another world where he had a family again. Rayne closed his eyes and leaned into Mike’s calloused hand. It didn’t escape him that anytime Trent or Bishop teased him about being their stepdad, Mike never corrected them. It was as if he fully expected them to be together forever.
Trent clapped his dad on the shoulder on his way past. “I like that you have some actual stuff on the walls now, Mike. This place was so boring it made me feel like I was in a safe house or witness protection.”
Rayne was glad someone had noticed his decorations. “Thanks, Trent. I like going to yard sales, flea markets, or consignment shops. You can find some real hidden gems in places like that.” Rayne pointed at the four-piece canvas set of a scenic mountain he’d hung over the couch. “I got that for only five bucks at a yard sale, when it probably cost forty on Amazon. People glorify online shopping, but it drives me crazy now.”