Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 82187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Wes had done this since they were teenagers. He’d escape upward when shit got rough. Climbing rooftops like some urban bobcat.
He’d done it in his LA condo. Law often caught him standing barefoot on the terrace with a lit joint and that glazed look in his eyes.
Wes thought trouble couldn’t reach him way up high.
But Law always could.
He walked forward, his steps slow and deliberate.
“You know,” he whispered, “the only thing I used to think was sexier than you setting things on fire…was watching you after.”
Wes didn’t turn around.
Law stepped in behind him—close enough for the heat to be felt between them—so he could smell him. He always loved the scent of Wes’s clean skin and the hint of burned cotton that stayed in every piece of clothing he owned.
“You were on fierce today,” he hissed.
Wes’s breath caught.
He spoke with his mouth against the shell of Wes’s ear. “We’re still magical together. Our rhythm was flawless. I know you felt it.”
Law dipped his head and dragged his tongue down the long column of Wes’s neck. His skin cold against his tongue.
Wes shivered, still silent.
“You gonna fake like you didn’t love what we did out there today?”
Law ground his cock against Wes’s ass.
Wes didn’t answer, as he white-knuckled the railing.
Law continued to move his mouth across the back of Wes’s neck.
“I want you to remember how you felt today, and how you feel right now, the next time you threaten to call Forest. The next time you say you’re done with me.”
Wes turned faster than Law expected and grabbed him by the collar of his jacket. His eyes were blazing with fury and lust, dilated and radiating electricity.
Wes’s mouth almost met his, teeth bared, breaths short, chest to chest as though he was going to tear him apart.
“Look at you,” Law growled as he dropped to his knees.
He yanked Wes’s belt open and lowered his zipper. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t tease, just swallowed his cock down his throat. Sucked him like he owned it. Like it was his prize for winning today.
Law set a furious rhythm. He was pissed that Wes had made him wait so damn long for what he craved. There was no softness to his touch as he dug his fingers into Wes’s ass cheeks and used them as anchors.
“Law,” Wes gasped, gripping the ledge in an effort to stay upright.
Law groaned, vibrating deep in his throat, not stopping or slowing. He wanted this to be a worship, a punishment, and a warning all in one.
“Fuck!” Wes jerked hard, and Law felt the first blast of heat hit the back of his throat.
By the time Wes’s head fell back, his eyes shut tight toward the stars, Law had sucked all of that stubborn anger right out of him.
He stood, ignoring his stone-hard cock, and pressed into Wes’s trembling body, lips against his temple.
“The next time you threaten to leave me, I’ll put you on your back in front of the whole damn task force and fuck you until you literally can’t walk away if you tried.”
Law turned and left Wes there—panting, shivering, dazed, his fist still clenching the railing.
God
Inside the quiet walls of his home, God was finally able to take a breath. Not the short, tight ones he had in the office…but a peaceful, settling one.
The city still roared and rampaged outside, but he had to take solace at some point or else he’d go crazy.
God had his sleeves rolled up, forearms wet, scarred hands deep in a sink full of soapy water as he rinsed seared garlic from a pan.
Across the kitchen, Day stood barefoot in a pair of lounge pants, in front of the stove, humming to a jazz record playing on his antique turntable in the living room while stirring a skillet of red sauce simmering on the burner.
God took his cell from his back pocket, tapped his brother’s contact, and pressed the speaker button. When Genesis answered, God propped the phone on the windowsill.
“Damn, man, about time you called me back.”
“S’up, Gen.”
“You sound tired, bro.”
God didn’t respond. Of course he was tired.
“All right then, I won’t ask about work. How’s Day?”
“Actually, work isn’t terrible. I got two new additions…consultants.”
“Really?” Genesis perked up. “Who? They must be insane.”
“I guess you can say that. They did shock the hell outta me today.”
“Spit it out. Who are they?”
“Two pyrotechs.”
Genesis was quiet.
God chuckled as he rinsed the last serving spoon and put it in the rack.
“Their names are Drake and Sheppard, but they go by—”
“What the hell? Are you telling me you have the Wes and Law on your team, the special effects maniacs!”
God dried his hands and leaned against the counter, watching his husband put the finishing touches on their dinner while swaying to the music.
He bit his bottom lip as his body reacted.
“The same guys who did Ashfall Run, Kill Switch, Eclipse Zone—”