Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Nothing,” he says, his tone innocent as he sets a plate into the sink, his hard dick pressing into my ass when he does it. “Would you like for me to be doing something? Perhaps show me a secret something inside your closet? You know I’m good with secrets.”
My cock has been at half-mast having to look at his stupidly sexy face all night. Now, it’s aching and throbbing. “Dante…”
“Yeah, me too, Sheriff. I was just wondering how I went from hating your guts this morning to wanting to rip your clothes off by dinner.” He runs his nose along the side of my neck, his mouth stopping near my ear. “Want me to suck your dick again?”
Fuck. Me.
I groan, trying to find the words that say this is a bad idea. None come out.
“You know I’m not doing shit until you ask for it, Jax. I’m not a needy boy who wants you to stand at a podium and claim me in front of the whole town.” His hands grip my hips and then one hand slides up to my pectoral muscle, teasing the nipple through my shirt. “I can be discreet. Quiet even.” He licks my ear, making me suck in a sharp breath. “Though I can’t promise you’ll be able to keep from whimpering my name like a prayer.”
God, he’s so arrogant, but it heats my blood to unhealthy levels and makes me horny as fuck.
“I, uh, you’re serious? About the secret thing?”
He stills, no longer teasing my nipple. “I’m not a liar.”
“I’m just…” I close my eyes, leaning my head to the side, enjoying the way my head rests against his. “Scared, I think.”
“Must be hard for the tough sheriff to admit that,” he rumbles, his voice serious. “Contrary to whatever you’ve conjured up in your mind, I’m not a douchebag. I take care of my lovers.”
Lovers?
Fuck.
Secret lovers like with Kian.
My heart aches with longing. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched and adored like I crave. By a man. The idea of getting naked with Dante is almost enough to have me blowing my load right here.
“Our brothers…” I murmur.
“We can be quick. Say the words.”
I bravely cover his hand over my pec muscle and squeeze it. “I want us to both get off this time.”
He pulls away from me and smacks my ass like I’m his bitch. “Hell yeah. Show me to the nearest closet.”
I shoot him the bird, but I’m grinning like an idiot. My dick is eager and my heart is hammering in my chest. Holy shit. I’m about to hook up with Dante again and neither of us is drunk.
Quickly, I rush through the house on a mission to my bedroom. As soon as I shut the door, he’s on me, his lips crashing to mine. We both groan when our tongues meet. It’s an instant high. Dante Kincaid is dangerous to me, but right now, I don’t care. I just want him, consequences be damned.
“We have to be quick,” I whisper. “They could come back any time.”
He pulls away, flashing me a devilish grin. “Where’s your lube, Mr. Eager?”
“Always fucking shit up with that mouth of yours.”
“You have no idea.” He winks at me before yanking open my end table, successfully finding the lube in one try. “Oooh, this looks good.”
My face burns hot when he holds up a gay porn mag. “It is,” I admit. “I’ve memorized every page.”
His laugh warms and relaxes me. “One day soon, you’ll have to show me your favorite picture. I bet we can recreate it.”
Images of my dick buried in his ass as I jack him off have me licking my lips, eager to take him up on his promise.
Walking right up to me, he looks down at his dick that’s straining in his slacks. “Take my dick out, boy.”
I don’t know why he calls me boy considering I’m every bit as big as him, if not bigger. I’m not that much younger than him. All I know is, deep down, I secretly like it. I’m losing my fucking mind.
With shaking hands, I fumble at his belt. He doesn’t ridicule me. Instead, he shocks the hell out of me by caressing my neck.
“Relax,” he utters. “It’s just us.”
Just us.
Dante
His entire body loses tension as he peers at me with such unguarded vulnerability. This poor guy has denied himself what he wants with every fiber of his being. His reasons make no sense to me, but they’re still reasons. All I can do is reassure him I can make him feel good. It’s no hardship hooking up with the sexy as hell sheriff, that’s for damn sure.
With calmer hands, he unbuckles my belt and unfastens my slacks. I groan when he slides his strong hand into my pants and palms me over my boxers.