Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Mirage arched his back and released a holler that hurt his throat.
He gripped Grace’s hair and pressed his mouth closer.
His breath was so warm, his lips soft and wet.
“Oh my God.”
Mirage was glad he was outside. The cool air was helping him breathe.
Grace was sucking his balls as if he were starving and they held sustenance.
“Your mouth feels so damn good,” Mirage groaned.
His eyes rolled behind his lids as he caressed Grace’s cheek, sliding his thumb along his wet bottom lip that was stretched around his shaft. “You’re about to make me come so hard.”
Grace
I’m fuckin’ crazy about you, do you know that?
“Yes,” Mirage groaned as he pushed more lube inside him, never breaking eye contact. “Because I’ve felt that way about you for six years.”
Mirage had Grace on his back on the patio chaise lounge, with one leg hooked around his waist and the other pushed out to the side.
He was exposed to the elements, wrapped in the night like a warm blanket, with his legs spread wide.
When Mirage’s blunt head nudged his hole, chills raced down his spine that had nothing to do with the sixty-two-degree weather.
Mirage had never taken him like this. He’d never looked him in his eyes as he eased into his body, inch by torturous inch.
“Don’t close them. I want to see every emotion you’re feeling.”
Grace had to fight not to slam his eyes shut and break their connection.
He couldn’t stop shaking, his mouth falling open as his body took all Mirage had to give.
After Mirage’s balls were pressed against his ass, Grace released the tension in his muscles and relaxed into the cushions.
Mirage stared through him until he could see into his soul. Unmoving, staying balls-deep, his hard, thick cock throbbing in the same rhythm as Grace’s heart.
He gripped Mirage’s ass and shoved him even deeper inside, controlling his own pleasure.
“Damn, Grace.” Mirage moaned loudly, the sound of his passion carrying on the breeze.
Grace subtly rocked his hips, grinding on Mirage’s cock until his dick started leaking, his orgasm cresting from the slightest motion.
Grace tipped his head back and allowed Mirage to chew on his throat, licking and biting in all the places that made him cry out.
His dick was so hard, trapped between their abdomens, that slight friction causing him to barrel toward the edge of ecstasy.
Mirage’s forehead was creased as if he were in exquisite pain. His silky lips hovered over his, feeding Grace that sexy language he’d perfected into his mouth.
Mirage tucked a stray hair behind Grace’s ear, his gaze tender and locked on him.
“If you only knew what I felt inside for you, it’d scare you.”
Grace shook his head. Never.
“When we’re in battle, you’re my strength, Grace, and your shadow my protection. But when I’m cornered in my darkest moments…your silence is my peace.”
Mirage’s confession made Grace’s heart pound so hard his chest ached.
Grace breathed it all in, overwhelmed with emotions he’d been stripped of for so long and were now back.
Mirage’s moans were sexy as he slid his cock out a couple of inches and slid back inside. There was no hurry. He touched and loved on him as if they had a lifetime to do this.
Grace’s entire body locked.
“That’s it, come with me,” Mirage whispered.
It was a mere second before he shook beyond control and came with the intensity of a force-ten storm.
Mirage
Two days later
After a five-hour workout, Mirage turned up the hot water until the mirrors were steamed, then reclined in Grace’s Jacuzzi bathtub.
He sighed in bliss as the jets beat on his worn muscles, sinking farther under so they could reach the tension in his neck.
He and Grace would be wheels-up with the Blacks at oh six hundred. They knew where they were going, but they were going in blind.
It was possible the Green Ravens could be even more enhanced than them and, worse, not allies like the Omega and Lion.
Mirage closed his eyes and focused on counting his breaths instead of obsessing over the details of the mission.
The slosh of water and his legs being pushed open brought him to full awareness.
He moaned with gratitude as Grace settled his naked body between his thighs and leaned back against his chest.
“Hey,” Mirage whispered in his ear. “How was target practice?”
Grace scoffed.
“Three miles isn’t much of a challenge anymore, huh?”
Grace shook his head.
“Did you have time to do some Tai Chi?”
Grace nodded.
“Good.”
Mirage grabbed the thick sponge and Grace’s favorite vanilla shea bodywash and began bathing his chest.
The sound of Grace’s contented hums never ceased to make him smile.
He rubbed his cheek against the side of Grace’s neck, kissing him softly between rubs.
Graced tilted his head to the side and encouraged Mirage to keep going.
They were silent for a long time. Mirage’s skin was wrinkled as a prune, but he didn’t want to get out. Not until Grace’s stomach rumbled loud enough to be heard on the bottom floor.