Their Bounty Read online K.A. Merikan (Four Mercenaries #1)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Four Mercenaries Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
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Tank gave a hoarse laugh and rolled his hips, teasing Clover’s balls, his a wide smile showing off even teeth, thick brows relaxed. “I share everything with them. If that’s what you want then... I think it could work rather nicely, boy.”

Clover’s heart fluttered as the reality of that hit him. Was it an unconventional arrangement? Yes. But was there anything normal about his life right now?

He couldn’t wait to have his briefs off and feel Tank’s dick deep inside, staking its claim even though Clover still ached from the rough fucking earlier. The potential discomfort didn’t matter when Clover was so desperate to reconnect with Tank. His Daddy smiled at him, tugging on the front of the huge T-shirt Clover borrowed from him to use at night.

“Off.”

Clover couldn’t undress fast enough, but the underwear was trickier with Tank between his legs. He tried to pull his thighs to his chest for a moment to get rid of the one piece of fabric left between their bodies, but his man wasn’t exactly happy about budging from his spot between Clover’s legs and pushed him back down, big and strong like a dominant gorilla about to take his due.

But oh-so-tender at the same time. Clover was enchanted when Tank’s stubble scratched his throat. They were kissing again, and Tank’s hard dick was already poking at Clover through underwear.

“I wanted you the moment I saw you,” Tank whispered just before he bit down on the flesh of Clover’s neck.

Clover gasped, elated by the confession. He was floating up to cloud nine and then right past it. Tank wasn’t the kind of guy to make up stuff like this. He said only what he meant. Clover stroked Tank’s wide shoulders, overwhelmed by the raw emotion in Tank’s voice and the heat growing between their bodies like a wave about to hit the shore.

This was no transaction. This was real passion, and Clover was done pretending otherwise. If Tank was open to him, Clover would embrace it and take all the big guy had for him.

Clover kneaded the thick muscle in Tank’s arms. “You feel like you could crush me, but I know you never will.”

Tank laughed and pulled his teeth over Clover’s lips, hard enough for it to cause an aching sensation but not to hurt. It made Clover’s need for him skyrocket.

“We’ll see, boy. How about this?” Tank asked, sinking his weight down on Clover to hold him still. It felt like drowning in a big, strong hunk, and Clover loved it more than he could describe.

He moaned, as did the rusty springs in the mattress under them. “I love your size. You feel like shelter.”

“Or like a boulder crushing you,” Tank said in a raspy tone, gently rocking himself on top of Clover. “I want to come all over you and have you smell of me until next evening.”

Clover grinned against Tank’s shoulder. He still had to make things right with Boar, but for now his deepening bond with Tank was all that mattered. Tank’s dick pressing into his stomach. The smell of pine coming in through the open window. Heated glances that were about so much more than lust.

“I want that too. If you came inside me, I wouldn’t wash for a day. I’d be wearing a plug just to feel you for longer.”

Tank’s breath caught, and for a brief moment they looked at one another in the dark.

“You want that, boy? My spunk shooting deep inside your tight ass?” Tank asked in the end, lowering his face to lick Clover’s cheek. His hips stirred, rocking against him almost helplessly.

“Yes, Daddy, please. I trust you. I want to feel it. I want to sleep all sticky.” He stared into Tank’s eyes, desperate to communicate how close he craved to be. He’d never gone bare. At least not since he was fourteen and a virgin who didn’t know any better. The connection they shared has been established fast, but that didn’t make it any less genuine. He wasn’t just a convenient fuck or Tank’s’ ‘cumbucket’. He was a person who mattered and whom Tank trusted with his health.

The growl that left Tank’s lips sounded inhuman, but then he was back on his knees, hovering above Clover, who took it as his cue. He wanted to roll away and take off his underwear, but Tank grabbed the fabric at the back of his briefs and tugged.

Clover’s insides might have burned down with arousal when the cotton ripped and cool air teased his now-exposed buttocks.

“Now. I want it now,” Tank urged, pulling on Clover’s legs and folding him in two.

Clover’s calves landed on Tank’s shoulders, and he couldn’t get over what had just happened. Tank had ripped his underwear open.

So. Fucking. Hot.

Clover nodded like a crazy person, reaching for lube conveniently tucked under his pillow. “Yes. Yes, now.”


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