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)
He and Mike didn’t need to make love every night because the emotions flooding and consuming his senses when they did were enough to last him far more than mere weeks. He didn’t have to be inside of Mike’s welcoming body to feel his love—for Rayne’s soul to feel complete. All he had to do was be near him, close to that fearless, compassionate, dominating aura, and he felt whole. Anything else Rayne received from his partner was just an added bonus. And it wasn’t until he’d realized all of this that Rayne discovered he’d made it through his recovery. He’d finally done it. It’d been a long, lonely, difficult road to travel, but he’d done it… and the universe had rewarded him for it with a love too strong for him to comprehend.
Chapter Sixty
Mike
Mike had already been in the hot tub for over an hour before Rayne got home, so needless to say, he was ready to get out. Trent and Wood had come over earlier to help him get his yard set up for the celebration tomorrow night because he wanted everything to be perfect for Bishop and Edison’s reception. But when he’d taken the protective covers off his patio furniture, he quickly got an idea for the bed. Honestly, when Mike had bought the set, it was just for show; he never thought he’d get a chance to use that particular piece. Tonight, he would.
He wanted inside of Rayne, and he knew that’s what his partner wanted too. Mike tried not to be greedy, but the last couple of times they’d made love, it had ended with Rayne massaging him and fingering him until he was begging him to get on top. It was time he stopped being selfish and gave Rayne another kind of connection to him. As if they really needed more. Mike didn’t think there was anyone in the world more compatible with him, who would accept him no matter his many shortcomings or his cantankerous ways, but there was.
Rayne’s desperate, soft hands on Mike’s body seeped into his every pore while he walked them across his plush lawn and laid Rayne down on the circular bed. The cool night air sent shivers along his wet back, but Mike didn’t bother with drying them off, his body on fire. Being outside with nature, hearing the rustling of the leaves in his dogwoods and the crickets chirping, and smelling the sweet champagne fragrance of the magnolia tree, was intoxicating. He took a deep breath to gather himself, his heart racing with anticipation.
The sight of Rayne’s creamy, delicate body had him unbearably hard. He lowered himself between his spread thighs as a scorching bolt of rapture shot down his spine that made him thrust his hips forward. Rayne arched and met Mike’s force with his own, his heels digging into his back.
“I need you…” Rayne whispered as he sucked on Mike’s pulse, his hard dick leaving a slick trail along Mike’s stomach.
His mouth watered for a sample as he kissed his way down Rayne’s body, worshipping every part of him like he deserved. The sweet purrs that escaped Rayne’s lips spurred him to work harder, to drive his partner to the brink of delirium like he did for him. Mike pushed one of Rayne’s thighs up to his ear and breathed against his long cock before he sucked the head between his lips.
Rayne jolted and shouted his name, his hands digging into Mike’s scalp. “Oh god, Mike.”
Mike wanted this just as much as his lover did. Unfortunately, he was a bit rusty in this area since it’d been years since he’d had the heft of a cock on his tongue, but it all came back to him quickly. He made sure to use plenty of spit while he bobbed up and down, only taking half of Rayne’s length before he had to pull back. He raked his tongue over the lower half of Rayne’s shaft and lower, lower, until he was rolling his balls around in his mouth.
“Fuck. Ohhh, Mike, no, don’t make me come yet. I want you inside of me first.”
Rayne didn’t resort to foul language often, so it made Mike proud that he’d turned his calm-natured sweetheart into a filthy, eager-for-it maverick. Mike already had the lube and condoms under one of the pillows. He slid his hand beneath it while he stayed focused on his job and grabbed the bottle of lube. This would be the best part. Rayne had fingered him enough that Mike knew what to do and just how to blow his partner’s mind.
Mike hadn’t lost all of his skills during his sexless drought because by the time he’d lubed his fingers and had two working inside Rayne’s hot channel, he was gripping the base of his dick, trying hard to keep from coming. Mike was enjoying himself so much that he didn’t want to stop. Rayne tasted as good and wonderful as his soul.