Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
For the first time in years he felt…cautiously optimistic, and maybe a bit giddy, to use one of Audrey’s words. He was the type to hedge his bets, but as he listened to Rhys’s soft breaths, sureness arose inside him. Maybe after everything horrible that had happened in their lives, he and Rhys were meant to see each other through the fog. Forever, as far as he was concerned. He didn’t want to scare Rhys or himself with that thought, but fuck if the very idea didn’t make him feel all emotional and dreamy, which so wasn’t like him.
He felt flush as he thought back to last night. Not to the first time they’d made love. That had been earth-shattering in itself, the best sex of his life, even if he hadn’t had much practice and had shot his load way too soon.
We have years to improve our stamina.
Emerson sighed. He’d bottle that feeling from last night if he could. It was like floating above the clouds, stomach swooping, senses on high alert, as the entire universe was laid out before him. Okay, a bit dramatic. But it certainly helped him appreciate Rhys’s adventures a bit more.
It was the second time he was picturing now, when he’d used his hand to get them off in the middle of the night, after he’d woken in a stupor, stumbled to the bathroom to take a leak, then dampened a towel to clean them up, not that it did them any good. They’d have to launder the sheets because good God, even the room smelled like sex, and that wasn’t something he could proclaim too often.
The silhouette of Rhys’s muscular back and gorgeous ass had been on full display as he’d staggered back to the bed. His cock had been between those plump cheeks, and now he was hard again just looking at him. He’d lifted the towel to swipe at Rhys’s thighs, which looked sticky from Emerson’s come, not that Rhys complained.
Rhys had looked so adorably peaceful in his sleep, Emerson couldn’t help leaning forward and brushing his lips against his shoulder, then the small of his back. He would’ve nibbled at the fleshy part of his ass too if it wouldn’t have stirred him.
He couldn’t wait to take his time with him.
Rhys had hummed and shifted onto his side, and Emerson had felt guilty for disturbing him. But when Rhys had reached over and pulled him against his sleep-warm skin, there was no mistaking his stiff shaft. Emerson had groaned as their cocks slid together, and soon enough they were nuzzling and kissing and rutting.
Rhys’s voice had been gruff, his eyes fiery with desire as he’d guided Emerson’s hand around their cocks. “Make us come.”
So he did, his strokes sloppy and messy and freaking hot as Rhys had sucked on his collarbone, his nails digging into his skin as they came one after the other.
“I think I’ve created a monster,” Rhys had mused, falling back against the sheets. He was asleep before Emerson even had a chance to clean them up again.
Emerson felt Rhys stirring beside him now and smiled. He wasn’t sure if he’d get used to sleeping with him like this anytime soon.
“Mornin’,” Rhys slurred, squinting into the light.
“Good morning.” Emerson shifted to adjust his morning wood. Christ, maybe he had created a monster.
“Don’t tell me you’re hoping for another round.” Rhys smirked. “I don’t think my body can take it.”
He blushed furiously, and Rhys laughed, stroking a finger across his cheek. “I love that about you. Innocent in the streets, a tiger in the sheets.”
“Innocent?” Emerson scoffed and then pretend-tackled Rhys against the mattress, straddling his hips. “I didn’t hear you complaining.”
He froze when Rhys groaned and gripped his ribs. “Shit, I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have—”
“Are you kidding me?” His hand clenched Emerson’s thigh. “Just some residual soreness. Last night was amazing.”
Emerson bit his lip, attempting to hold back a full-blown grin. “It was, wasn’t it?”
“Look at you, proud as a peacock.”
“Am not!” Emerson barked out a laugh and rolled sideways when Rhys attempted to tickle his rib cage. He hadn’t pulled that shit since childhood. Fucker knew him too well.
They both lay on their backs, staring at the ceiling.
“I need to get up before the kids.”
Still neither moved. It felt too warm and happy in their little bubble, and Emerson suspected Rhys felt the same.
“I need to take a shower,” Rhys said. “I have your jizz all over me.”
Emerson playfully elbowed him. “Sorry, not sorry.”
Rhys suddenly grew serious as he interlaced their fingers. “I’ve never done that before. Without a condom.”
Emerson felt a pang in his chest. “Never?”
“Only with you…” he murmured, then wiggled his ass. “And I like having your come inside me.”
“Goddamn.” Emerson threw his arm over his face. “Stop or we’ll never leave this room.”