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 closed his eyes. “Don’t.”
Law ignored him.
“You’re the only thing that’s ever mattered to me.”
“Law,” Wes groaned.
He placed a gentle, chaste kiss on Wes’s bristly cheek. “I know you’re still unsure about all this…but…just give me a chance to make things right first.”
Law slid his hand up Wes’s back, to his neck, massaging the tension that seemed to never fade.
“I love you, and I want you to have your career back.”
Wes buried his face in his throat. “I can’t handle your form of love, Law. You stir shit up, fuck me to say you’re sorry, and when there’s trouble bigger than you can fix with your charm or your dick…you leave.”
Ouch.
Law shook his head.
“Now we’re so far out of our league I can’t even think straight, and I’m just waiting on all of this to explode in our faces again.”
Law pulled Wes’s face from its hiding place and put their foreheads together. “I swear on my fuckin’ life that I won’t ever leave you again, Wes…not even if you ask me to.”
Wes shook his head as if he didn’t believe him.
“Please,” Law begged, he wasn’t afraid or ashamed to. For Wes, he’d get down on his knees.
Wes groaned as Law dragged his nose down his cheek until their lips were almost touching, thrusting his hips up in a slow, steady rhythm.
“Say yes.”
Wes tensed in his arms, and Law surged forward and closed his mouth over his, stealing the opportunity for him to say ‘no’.
They twisted together, mouths hungry, breaths ragged.
“I need you, right now,” he confessed between ravenous kisses.
And just as it’d been since they were teenagers, Wes surrendered and allowed Law to do what he wanted to him.
“What time does your mom get off?”
“Not for another couple of hours.”
“Good.” Law snapped his hips forward. “I want to hear you yelling my name.”
Wesley (Wes) Drake
Law’s mouth was on him, biting him as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks, as if kissing him was the sustenance that kept him alive.
Wes gripped the surface behind him, legs spread, the wood creaking under his weight.
Law wrapped his arms tighter around Wes’s waist, dragging him impossibly closer.
He arched his back as Law slid his hands under his ass, his touch firm, greedy, grounding.
He felt as if he were being worshipped, like every part of him, every beat of his heart, every stupid fight, and the months of distance had led them to this exact moment.
Law pushed him down until his back connected with the table, raising his T-shirt and ghosting his breath over his stomach.
Law dragged open-mouthed kisses across his hip while he undid the button of his jeans, and pulled them down to his ankles.
Law’s beard was too much against his sensitive skin. He grabbed a fist full of dark hair as Law slid his tongue up his shaft.
With a grunt, Law yanked him to the edge and propped the back of his knees on his shoulders.
Wes rose up on his elbows to watch as Law’s eyes darkened a moment before he took Wes’s cock down his throat. He bathed him with his tongue, slow and sensual as heat coiled in his stomach.
“Damn, Law,” he groaned.
Law hummed deep in his throat, swallowing around him.
Wes couldn’t take much more, not after the week they’d had. He pulled Law’s face up to kiss him, tasting himself before he whispered, “Take me to the couch.”
Law swept him off the table and carried him through the dark basement to the raggedy couch in the corner they’d used more than once during their late-night work sessions.
The frame protested when they dropped onto it.
Wes was flat on his back with Law between his legs, clumsily stripping them of the rest of their clothes.
They came together with a sweaty, desperate grind, skin sliding against skin, chest to chest, mouths sealed together.
“I have lube in the draw on the back table.” Wes glanced away. “But I don’t have condoms. I had no need for them.”
It was a confession.
Law closed his eyes and breathed as if he needed a second to calm down.
“Have you been with anyone else?” Wes asked the question, praying he wouldn’t regret hearing the answer.
Law opened his drowsy eyes. “No…never, and I never will.”
He kissed Law for a long time, slow and sweet, his feelings for him deeper than he knew existed.
Law pulled himself away and hurried over to the desk. He looked so damn sexy from behind. Wes had always loved the smoking grim reaper tattoo covering half of his back.
Law came back with a crumpled tube of slick, sat on the couch, and slung one of Wes’s legs over the back of it.
He loved and hated this part because Law preferred to drive him to the edge, prepping him until he was begging.
Law lubed two fingers and eased them inside tenderly, as if he’d break if he was too rough.