Best Laid Plans (Garnet Run #2) Read Online Roan Parrish

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Garnet Run Series by Roan Parrish
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
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Rye’s cheek was pressed against his so he could feel Rye’s smile.

“Can you make the desk so we’re not looking at each other?”

Charlie felt a brief pang of hurt and tried to will it away.

“Sure.”

“Cuz if I’m looking at you while I’m trying to work,” Rye said, trailing fingers down Charlie’s neck, “I won’t get shit done.”

Charlie shivered.

“And we probably shouldn’t build cat ramps in there,” Rye murmured against Charlie’s ear. “Too distracting.”

He sucked a mark behind Charlie’s ear and Charlie shuddered.

“Yeah,” Charlie agreed. He pulled Rye on top of him and the movement disrupted the cats, who glared at them and then slunk off, no doubt to curl up together somewhere they wouldn’t be disturbed by pesky things like unpredictable limbs.

Rye’s eyes were heated.

Charlie said, “We can draw up some designs. See what would work best.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Rye kissed Charlie’s throat and pinched his nipple, making Charlie jump. “Later.” Arousal flushed through him and he gave himself to it.

They were good at this now, letting the moment unfold and carry them away. Charlie didn’t think so much anymore. He gave himself to it. Gave himself to Rye. Trusted that Rye wanted him. That Rye wanted to be wanted. Trusted that his pleasure wasn’t unfair. That he could have things for himself.

For both of them.

“Want you,” Charlie breathed.

It was all he had to say. Rye’s mouth was soft and hot and devoured him so sweetly.

“Take your clothes off and turn over,” Rye said.

Arousal ripped through Charlie. The second he was naked, Rye was on him. He kissed the nape of Charlie’s neck, making him shiver, then kissed down his spine. Each touch of his lips was electric.

“Close your eyes,” Rye murmured. He always said it and Charlie always did it. “You’re so fucking hot.” He kept talking to Charlie, praising him. His body, his skin, his ass. His heart.

He grabbed heated handfuls of Charlie’s ass.

“I wanna spank you till this is hot and pink and then I wanna rub my cock all over it,” he said, squeezing. Rye’s words always took Charlie apart.

“Ah! Fuck, yes, fuck, please.”

The first thwack of Rye’s hand shorted out Charlie’s brain. He couldn’t think anymore—didn’t have to think that he didn’t deserve this, that he shouldn’t have it, that it wasn’t allowed. By the third, there were starbursts exploding behind his tightly shut eyes and his shoulders relaxed.

“You’re amazing,” Rye said. Spank. Then Rye’s hand, soothing the skin in gentle circles. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you.” Spank. Soothe. “I can’t believe we live here together.” Spank. Spank. Soothe. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Spank. Soothe. Soothe. Soothe.

Charlie could hear the words this way. He heard them with his body instead of his mind. They were branded on his body with every impact of Rye’s hand and set with every soothing caress, the proof of them there when the words had long faded into the air.

There was a pause and when Rye pressed himself against Charlie’s back, it was skin on skin. Rye’s erection, hot and silky, rubbed his ass. Charlie’s cock was hard and hot, trapped between his stomach and the rug.

Rye bit the back of his neck and thrust, grinding his hips against Charlie’s ass. He squeezed a cheek, groaning as he felt the heat of Charlie’s flesh.

“More?” he asked.

Charlie moaned, helpless to form words.

“Mmm, ’kay,” Rye purred. “Touch yourself while I do it.”

Charlie reached a hand to his erection and jumped at the brush of his hand.

“That’s good,” Rye said. “Just like that.”

Rye spanked him and he touched himself because Rye wanted him to. Rye wanted him to because Rye wanted him to feel good. Rye wanted him to feel good, Rye wanted him to feel—

“Fuck, so good.” Charlie’s voice was strangled.

“Good, baby. I love seeing you like this. You look so fucking gorgeous.”

Rye patted his ass, then kissed each cheek. Then he parted Rye’s ass and slid his erection in the cleft. They moved together, Rye rubbing himself off and Charlie tightening his muscles and flexing his own cock into his hand.

Rye thrust harder and faster and then Charlie felt a rainbow of heat fall across his back and ass.

Rye cried out as he came over Charlie, then pressed hot kisses all over his neck.

Rye’s hand slid underneath him, encouraged his hand away. Rye stroked him hard and fast and pinched his sensitive ass for good measure. Electricity zinged up and down Charlie’s spine and the heat in his gut became an inferno.

“So fucking sexy,” Rye said. Then he pushed Charlie onto his back and swallowed his aching cock.

They’d only done this a few times and every time Charlie felt overwhelmed by the intimacy of it. Now was no different. Rye reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together, and Charlie squeezed. The other hand he put on Rye’s head, just resting there, on his hair.


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