Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Oh fuck, look at you.” Tate reached out and ran his hands through the jizz, his jizz, smeared all over Liam’s torso. “That is so fucking sexy.”
If he hadn’t just come like a damn geyser, his cock would be begging for another round.
“Me?” Liam said as he scooted back and encouraged Tate to slide his feet up the bed toward his ass. “Oh, baby, you have no idea how hot this is.” He slid two fingers in Tate's ass along with the cum, preventing more from leaving his channel.
“Luxe,” he groaned. His ass was tender as hell, but he’d rather die than ask Liam to stop.
“You like feeling it, huh? Part of me left behind inside you.”
This time his spent dick did twitch. “Fucking love it, Luxe.”
“Mmm, me too. Can’t wait for my turn.” His eyes were hot and dark, confirming his words.
“Give me a few minutes, and we can get right on that.”
“Perfect.” Liam withdrew his hand and then stared at his coated fingers before swirling them through the cum on Tate’s chest. Liam moaned as he mixed their cum, then slid his filthy hand up Tate’s chest and neck until he gripped his jaw. Then he kissed him, deep and dirty.
Tate grabbed Liam’s ass and ground their flaccid cocks together as they made out. It was fucking sloppy as hell, and he loved every second of it. He’d bathe in their combined cum if he could.
They kissed until his lips ached and his lungs screamed for oxygen.
After finally releasing Tate’s mouth, Liam kissed his chin once, then said, “How are you? Does your face hurt? Your nose is swollen. Are you having any trouble breathing?” The concern in his expression made Tate’s heart flutter.
“Perfect, Luxe. I’m perfect.” And he meant it. Inside this little apartment, life was perfect. The outside world might be a clusterfuck, but that didn’t have to be dealt with tonight. Other things did, however. “Well, maybe not totally perfect. If we don’t clean off, we might end up permanently glued together.”
“Worth it,” Liam said with a chuckle. “Shower with me?”
It was Tate’s turn to laugh. “In your shower?”
“I know,” his man said with a grimace. “It’s barely big enough for one person, but I think we can manage if we stand really close.” He waggled his eyebrows.
The shower was beyond small, but they made it work. Standing chest to chest, they washed each other and played with each other’s dicks until both were hard again. When Tate wrapped his hand around both their cocks, Liam rewarded him with a lusty moan. Despite coming less than half an hour ago, they both exploded within minutes and needed a second soaping and rinse.
After drying off in the itty-bitty bathroom, they fell into Liam’s bed naked and exhausted. Without words, they sought each other out as though they’d been sleeping together for years. He wrapped his arms around Liam and pulled him close. Liam rested his head on Tate’s bicep and snuggled into his chest. Every warm breath wafted across his pecs, proof Liam was real and in his embrace.
It would go down as the best night of Tate’s life. The first night he’d been one hundred percent true to himself, and though there’d be hell to pay tomorrow, tonight, he’d fall asleep proud of himself. He shut his eyes and basked in the simple pleasure of holding the man he loved as they drifted off to sleep.
The man I love…
Tired as he was, his eyes popped open, and the need to tell Liam how he felt expanded through him until it could not be denied. Restlessness clawed at him. The words bubbled up in his throat and refused to stay in his mouth any longer. “Luxe,” he whispered, giving his man a gentle shake.
Liam started. “What? Huh? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Nothing is wrong. I just gotta tell you something.”
Awake now, Liam watched him through wide, concerned eyes. “Oh, my God, did I hurt you?”
“What?” He laughed. “No, not at all. But listen, I have something to say.”
“Okay…” Wariness bled through his agreement.
“I—”
He stared at the man he loved. The three words had never left his mouth. Not a single time that he could remember. Randy and he certainly didn’t say it to each other, and he couldn’t remember ever telling his mother he loved her either. Even worse, he couldn’t remember a time anyone had said it to him.
Was this a terrible idea?
Unease he hadn’t felt a moment ago washed over him.
What if Liam laughed at him?
What if he didn’t care?
What if he didn’t feel the same way?
“You what, Tate? You’re making me nervous.”
“I love you.” Peace settled over him as the confession left his mouth.
“You, what?” Liam’s eyes filled.
“I love you. Only you. You are the only person I have ever loved, Luxe.”
“I… oh, Tate.” A tear escaped, and Tate swiped it off Liam’s cheek with his thumb. “I love you too.” He hooked a leg over Tate’s hip, pressing them even closer. “I have said the words before. I love my family, and there are friends I love, but this is an entirely new sensation for me as well. What I feel for you exists on a level I’d only heard about but never came close to experiencing.”