Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 93096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“More,” he demanded, pulling Luis until they were well and truly tangled together, chests meeting, hands roving, swing swaying.
“Yeah, I got you.” Claiming another kiss, Luis went from raw hunger to something more refined, but no less effective at silencing every reason Tucker had for why this was a terrible idea. Indeed, the longer they kissed, the more it seemed like the smartest thing he’d ever done. Initially he’d been content to let Luis drive the kiss, taking in all that sexy assertiveness, but the longer they kissed, the more he met Luis’s frantic energy with his own. He used his tongue to explore the contours of Luis’s full lips and was rewarded with Luis sucking hard when he ventured inside.
“Damn.” He shivered despite the warmth of the day, desperate to get himself under control, yet loath to stop.
“So good.” Mouthing along Tucker’s jaw, Luis moved his hands more purposefully, sweeping over Tucker’s back and arms before dancing his fingers along Tucker’s belt. He couldn’t remember his cock ever being this hard, this needy, abs already trembling. Sexual attraction for Tucker usually stemmed from feelings of intense closeness and was rare, making this desire that much more overwhelming. Like he was a teenager again with Luis, his lust was already at a full, raging boil and all they’d done was kiss. And when Luis’s fingers skated closer to his fly, he had to pull back, bat his hand away.
“Don’t...too close.”
“Already?” Eyes widening, Luis took on a sly, pleased expression.
“Been a long time.” Years since he’d felt another’s touch, an omission his body was reminding him about in vivid detail.
“Too long.” Luis went in for another kiss, this one soft and seductive before he nibbled along Tucker’s neck, doing devious things to his ear.
“God, keep that up and I might...”
“Damn, you weren’t kidding about having a hair trigger.” Luis laughed, darkly.
“Sorry.” Tucker’s face heated even as his body strained toward Luis.
“Don’t be sorry.” Giving him a fast, hard kiss, Luis returned his hand to Tucker’s waistline. “You want to come, baby? Want me to suck you off, right here? Because that’s all I can think about right now, finally finding out how you taste, what you sound like when you come.”
“Yeah.” Like he was going to turn that down with his whole body in this feverish state. “Do—”
“Dad? You home?”
Walker’s voice carried from inside the house, and Luis instantly slid back to his side of the swing, easy as if they hadn’t just been seconds away from a massive error in judgment. They’d been outside, for Pete’s sake. And still Tucker cursed the interruption. But there was no time for curses, literal or figurative.
“Out here,” he called right before Walker appeared in the patio doorway.
“Figured the Forest Service truck out front was you. Oh—you’re not alone. Sorry.” Walker nodded at Luis, who was casually sipping his beer like he hadn’t just been making Tucker sinful promises in between getting intimately reacquainted with his lips and tongue.
“Walker.” Unlike Mr. Cool and Casual, Tucker had to work for his normal tone. “This is... Luis. My coworker, who—”
“Was just about to head out. Thanks for the beer, man.” Standing, Luis stretched. “Nice to meet you, Walker. I’ll leave you to your dad.”
And with that he was gone. Somehow Tucker knew that they could try all they wanted to pretend that kiss hadn’t happened, but it had, and any pretensions they had of pretending to be amicable coworkers was gone. And hell if he could bring himself to regret anything other than Walker’s ill-timed appearance. He wanted more. Wanted to do that again. Soon.
Chapter Eight
Luis’s phone buzzed early Sunday morning, and somehow he knew it was Tucker.
“Sorry to wake you—”
“It’s okay. I was up,” he lied, but only partially because he’d been half awake, lying there in bed, debating whether to get up and face another boring day off or indulge himself by jerking off and sleeping in. Saturday had been long without the routine of going into the office. He’d reviewed several files from his room, gone for a long walk, and used the weight room at the hotel, but he’d still been restless all day. “Distract me. Please. There’s a fire?”
He knew even before he asked that this wasn’t a social call. He hadn’t heard from Tucker after he’d sped away from his place Friday, when he’d been saved from his stupidity by Tucker’s kid. God. Apart from all the other reasons why getting involved would be a bad idea, Tucker was a dad. A rather devoted one, who put the kids first before anything else. Luis was still trying to wrap his mind around that, but regardless, a guy like Tucker deserved commitment. Romantic seduction at the very least. Not a semi-public blowjob from a guy destined to leave town.
So yeah, he knew this was a business call, and he told himself he wasn’t the least bit disappointed over that. Almost believed himself too.