Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“That’s it, baby, come all over my bed. Make it fucking messy. I want your scent all over my house.”
As soon as he relaxes, I scoop him up and manhandle him onto his back with his head on the pillow. His lips are parted, and his eyes are burning with sated lust. Dark hair is wrecked and hanging over his brows. So fucking hot.
With my gaze on his, I move his legs over and then lick at the mess he made on my bed. His salty cum is addictive. Like the filthy bastard I am, I clean it all off the quilt with my tongue. Once it’s gone, I prowl over his limp body and continue seeking out any leftover cum on his skin. He gasps as I suck his soft cock into my mouth, ridding him of the last of his release.
“There. All clean.”
“Are you going to uncuff me?”
“Nope.”
His pleasure is chased away by indignation. “Why not? I said I wasn’t your love slave.”
“You have a safe word, sweetheart. No one’s stopping you but you.”
He glowers at me, challenging me as though I’ll wither under his glare. I don’t. Instead, I wash up in the bathroom and then rejoin him on the bed. Since he’s cuffed and at my mercy, I roll him to his side and cuddle up behind him. I rub my still-hard dick along his slick crack, nestling it in there before burying my face against the back of his neck.
“I hate you,” he complains. “You’re a filthy pr—dick.”
I smile against his skin. “Shh. Go to sleep.”
“If I’d have known you were a cuddler, I’d have said no.”
“We both know your no sounds a lot like yes.”
Despite his bitching, his fingertips stroke along my abs where his hands are pinned between us. Where he’s barely got any hair, I’m a lot furrier. I like that he seems to find comfort in touching the hair on my body.
“Atlas?”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you for…”
“The best orgasm in your very short life.”
“Gross.”
I chuckle. “Oh, that wasn’t it? Carry on then.”
A sigh escapes him. “Thank you for letting me come here and not turning me in.”
“I told you, sweetheart, you just have to let me show you the way. We can have a lot of fun together. Something tells me you don’t get enough of that in your life.”
He relaxes and shakes his head. “No. Life’s not fun at all these days.”
“I’m going to change that.”
“With your magical dick?”
“It’s magical? Who knew?”
“Seriously. So far, you’re a kinky asshole with a skilled tongue.”
“You’re going to have fun with me,” I assure him. “You’re going to be safe with me. You’re going to have many, many orgasms with me.”
“That’s a lot to offer someone you barely know.”
“I know enough.”
Silence fills the room. I think he’s gone to sleep, but he whispers out the saddest words.
“I’m broken, Atlas. That’s why they want to fix me. Because I’m broken.”
“Let me tell you a secret,” I murmur, stroking my fingers over one of his nipples. “I’m broken too. Have been for a long-ass time. You know what happens when you put two broken people together?”
“What?”
“You get something whole.”
“Something whole,” he repeats, words barely audible. “Something whole.”
My words must soothe him because, within seconds, his breathing evens out as he falls asleep, completely boneless and trusting in my arms.
I’m never going to get enough of Callan Kincaid.
Never.
Callan
I wake to an empty bed and my stomach growling. Luckily, this time, I’m no longer cuffed. Stretching, I glance around the room, looking for any indication Atlas is around. The house remains silent. I take a moment to think about what we did this morning.
It was dirty as fuck.
But it sure as hell felt good.
I don’t have the experience Atlas clearly has. The few boyfriends I’d slept with in high school weren’t exactly masters in the bedroom. And, ever since coming here, aside from messing around with Zak, it’s been a dry spell.
Atlas hasn’t even sucked my dick or fucked me, and I already feel like he’s obliterated me. My mind conjures up a million scenarios of us together. Each one is filthier than the last. A genuine smile tugs at my lips.
He’s right.
We’re going to have fun.
Excitement trickles through me. The urge to paint buzzes through my veins as if it’s electricity, pulsating straight from my heart. I should go back to Jax’s and Dante’s so I can grab the rest of my things.
Dread washes over me.
Or not.
I climb out of bed, take a quick piss, and then throw on my jeans. Atlas is nowhere to be found, but a key, some cash, and a note are sitting on the kitchen table.
Had to run some errands before work. Didn’t want to wake you. Feel free to buy whatever you need. If you go out, borrow one of my coats. Call me if you need me.—Atlas