Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
David knew a few things about him from those comments. He knew he’d had multiple children with multiple wives. That he’d been the Chief of Police until he’d retired to let his oldest son take the job. He knew that his father had been a criminal, so Sol was always determined for his sons to keep the family name pristine.
He’d always gotten the impression of a grumpy old man who’d been strict as a single father, but until he heard him lay into Rory, he hadn’t realized he was so aggressively homophobic and cruel.
David clutched Rory’s arm to his chest and inhaled his familiar, sleepy scent. He didn’t want to imagine anyone hurting this man beside him. He still hadn’t forgiven himself for adding a moment of sadness to his life by dropping off the map the way he had.
But now he couldn’t help but wonder if that was the only thing he’d done to wrong his best friend. Had he been too busy basking in the glow of Rory’s attention to wonder why he’d never invited him over to his house? Why David hadn’t met Sol in high school? Why Rory kept his friendships and his supposedly tightknit family so separate?
David’s dark thoughts scattered like leaves as soon as Rory shifted and slid his impressive erection against his back. Oh fuck, that felt good. “Are you awake, Roar?”
Rory hummed against the back of his neck and nuzzled him affectionately, as if they’d woken up from one of their old naps on the couch…but everything was different now. “Not sure. Did we really…?”
David rocked his hips back, wrapping a fist around his rock-hard erection with a groan. “Fall asleep on the floor?” he joked weakly. “Since I can’t feel my left thigh, I think that’s a yes. No, wait, don’t stop.”
Rory had frozen and started to pull back at his complaint. “You sure? I haven’t counted but I think they have a lot of bedrooms in this place. It’s not called the ménage mansion for nothing. We don’t have to rough it.”
“We’re not going anywhere.” David felt a sudden urgency he couldn’t explain. His body was taking the lead and he was more than happy to give up control. He needed. Wanted. His hand left his cock and reached back for Rory’s. “I want to rough it with you. Right here on the floor. Right now.”
“Jesus, David.” Rory pressed his forehead against David’s temple and bit down gently on the lobe of his ear. “I need specifics,” he whispered raggedly. “What exactly are you asking for?”
David’s heart was hammering so loudly he could barely concentrate. What did he want to know? “I’ve used plugs,” he said, his breath fast and uneven. “I wanted to make sure I could take it. Take you. There.”
“There?” Fingers dug into his hip and curled around the flesh of his ass. “And could you take it, David? Did you like how it felt?”
“I did when I thought about you,” David admitted, too aroused to blush. “And once, when Rig was on the phone telling me how to—”
Rory’s growl of approval cut him off then David felt him lean away for a heartbeat. When he came back his fingers were coated with thick wetness and he was sliding them into his crack. “Oh God.”
“I know exactly what you need,” he murmured, circling and pressing David’s hole in a way that made him quiver. “And I can make you feel a hell of a lot better than a plug, David. Do you really want to know what that’s like? Me inside you? Taking you there?”
Rory pushed one long finger deep and the sound that escaped, along with most of the air in David’s lungs, was animalistic. Needy. “Yes.”
Teeth scraped his shoulder and Rory sucked a mark into his skin, making David smile. Keeps my fangs sharp. His hot breath kept him burning as one graceful digit slid in and out of David’s ass.
“You like this, babe?” Rory added a second finger and growled when David gasped in surprise. “Is this what you thought about when you slid that plug in? Riding my fingers? My cock? Did you come thinking about me fucking you?”
“Yes. All of it.” David’s voice was hardly recognizable. His hips refused to still as he tried to pull Rory deeper inside him. Deeper. “I’m ready, Rory. I can take you.”
“Put your leg over mine,” Rory ordered gruffly, the head of his cock already nudging David exactly where he wanted him. Fuck that felt amazing. So much better than he’d thought it would. So much better and so damn frustrating. He still needed more.
“Do it, Rory. I want you inside me.”
“You’re killing me, David.”
When he pushed the tip inside, they both groaned.
“Damn it,” Rory swore desperately. “Don’t push back like that. I don’t have a lot of control right now.”