Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“If you get going, you can make it there in time to have a bail arraignment in the morning,” Fox muttered.
“I have to go now?” Newt gaped, running his hand through his sandy-brown hair. “Like, right now.”
“Yes,” Fox snapped. “Now.”
Newt removed his keys from his coat pocket, Bull blinked, and Fox had them in his own hand. “You’ve been drinking.”
“B-but. How am I gonna get to town from out here?”
Fox got in Newt’s face, making him recoil at the rage he saw flashing in his eyes. “Walk,” Fox growled.
Newt slumped. “It’ll take me two hours, at least.”
“Does it look like I give a fuck?” Fox nodded his chin in Bull’s direction. “He’s the soft one, not me. Now get moving.”
“And you’re not going to tell anyone about… y’know?”
Bull stared into Fox’s eyes, asking his fierce warrior to have some compassion. They’d obviously won; they didn’t need to beat the man while he was so far down.
“No. You can keep your damn secret,” Fox grumbled, opening the passenger door. “You can’t take a big dick, and your name’s Newt. Life’s already fucked you enough.”
Bull blinked owlishly, not believing Fox said that right to the man’s face, then climbed in the truck as if he’d said a civilized goodbye. Bull released the trapped air in his lungs as he watched Newt turn and start his long trek towards the highway.
Fox is going to be the end of me, I just know it. Bull got behind the wheel to take them home.
“What’s taking you so long in there?” Fox called from Bull’s soft bed in the loft. “Maybe I should start without you.”
Bull’s rumble reached him, sending a throbbing sensation throughout his lower body, making his predicament worsen as he wrapped his hand around his swollen cock. Fox arched his back and spread his legs wider on the cool white sheet. He was surprised they’d both made it home and to the barn in one piece with the way Bull had groped him the entire twenty-minute drive.
Fox snatched the lube off the nightstand and poured a generous amount into his hand, letting some of the slickness drip over his hole. “Fuck.” He moaned, turning his head towards Bull’s pillow so he could inhale his rich, woodsy scent embedded in the linen. “I used to get in my bed at night after work and think about you, Bull. How much I wanted your body on top of me. Fucking me so hard that’d I’d forget everything that happened that day.”
Fox planted both feet on the mattress and spread his legs wide. He pushed two fingers in his hole, making his toes curl into the thick bedding. “Unnh, damn. Bull.” Fox pumped his dick while he pushed his fingers deeper. “I remembered I’d call out your name when I’d shoot all over myself.”
Fox opened his eyes, his lids heavy and struggling to stay up. Bull was standing tall and naked at the foot of the bed, his dick pointing at what it wanted, watching him with those searing amber eyes.
“Don’t stop,” Bull ordered gruffly, climbing onto the bed.
Damnit. Fox didn’t want to pleasure himself; he’d done that enough in the four months he’d pined over Bull. What was the point in doing it now? “Why?” Fox pushed in a third, moaning as he stared into Bull’s eyes. “No matter how many fingers I used, or what toy I had, I could never fuck myself hard enough.”
Bull had never witnessed a more spectacular show. Fox’s hard, toned body stretched across his bed, his legs opened and inviting, his hole ready to be taken. He gripped the base of his dick and released slow breaths as Fox called out to him. Bull’s resolve snapped as he rose on his knees and yanked Fox until he was almost in his lap, with his legs draped over his thighs.
“Yes,” Fox grunted, removing his fingers for something else.
Bull pressed his head against Fox’s opening and stilled his hips. Before Fox could demand more, Bull gripped him around his waist and dragged Fox towards him, watching as his sexy body slowly swallowed his dick inch by inch.
“Oh, my fucking god,” Fox breathed when Bull had his ass sitting snug against his thighs.
“Shit,” Bull hissed as his dick was squeezed by a heat that branded him to his core. There was so much he wanted to say, but his thoughts wouldn’t align.
Fox locked his ankles around Bull’s waist, causing a shudder to rack his spine. “Come on, Bull.”
Bull rose on his hunches, taking Fox with him. “How hard did you used to think about me fucking you, huh?” Bull asked as he eased out a couple of inches and slammed back against Fox’s cheeks.
Fox’s eyes flew open, his pupils rolling towards the skylights. “Yeah, like that. Harder, Bull. Show me what you got.”