Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Images of a young Dev giving a warrior’s battle cry when descending with a vengeance down on the boys hurting him played in the backdrop of his head.
Cash was putty to this man. Always had been. How had he ever pretended differently?
A few more puzzle pieces fell into place. Instinctively, he understood Dev’s innocence in this case. Maybe not innocent to the world or anything else for that matter, but Dev held the answers they needed and wasn’t part of the problem.
This biker needed to be revered, not condemned.
Cash would find a way to protect Dev like Dev had protected him all those years ago.
“Those are pretty intense scars,” Dev murmured against his ear, his hot breath sending shivers over Cash’s skin. Dev’s fingers traveled up the side of his chest, following the scars until he reached the ones made by his many surgeries. “Not someone skilled with a scalpel until right here. I hope whoever hurt you paid for destroyin’ such beautiful skin.”
“They did,” Cash managed. Thanks to you.
“Later, I’m gonna need to know what happened and their names. I feel like my brand of justice is different from yours.”
The possession and certainty in Dev’s words brought back memories of the boy he remembered.
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” The words were the most honest he had ever spoken. Cash turned, kicking off his shoes to step out of the shorts. His nude body brushed against the rough edges of Dev’s clothes. He needed to remove those after this next kiss.
Cash anchored an arm around Dev’s waist, wrenching the biker against his chest, leaving no space between them. He descended, pushing his tongue forward against the seam of Dev’s lips as his other hand cupped the back of Dev’s head and tilted it just the way he wanted.
Something primal took over as his calves hit the mattress. At least in his head, he was sexy as hell as he wrenched the pearl buttons apart. His actions pushed the shirt down Dev’s arms. In reality, he probably wasn’t as smooth with the way his hands refused to leave Dev’s body.
Cash mapped Dev’s strong, muscular chest, shoulders, and arms. He reared back from the kiss, taking time to admire the ink adorning all that tempting flesh. Dev’s biceps showed strength achieved by years of labor, not from any gym. He couldn’t keep his hands off the biker.
He leaned back, taking in all the beauty in front of him, his hands diving under the snug waistband of Dev’s jeans.
“Jesus,” Cash muttered, helpless to keep the lustful appreciation in his head. “You’re gorgeous. How does anyone stand a chance against you?”
Dev gave a cocky, gratitude-filled grin. “Yeah, back at ya. Make no mistake, pretty boy, I’m gonna fuck you then probably fuck you again. Somewhere in there I want you to fuck the shit out of me, then I’m gonna draw you. You’re gonna be here awhile.”
Something soothing eased over Cash. He’d gotten past his own scarred body years ago. Dev’s eyes were too telling though. He’d always caught a flash of pity in his lovers’ gazes, the times he went without a shirt, and that wasn’t frequent.
Dev showed none of that.
“I wanna feel what it’s like to be inside you…” Had he said that out loud? “I feel good right now.”
From the grin across Dev’s face, he must too.
“You’re about to feel a whole lot better,” Dev chuckled, pushing at Cash’s chest. He happily fell backward onto the mattress. Dev peeled his jeans down his legs. He lowered one knee to the mattress, coming down between Cash’s parted legs. Cash scooted to the center of the bed, widening his thighs in invitation.
Dev lifted one of Cash’s legs, mouthing and kissing, scooting closer until he came to the inside of Cash’s thigh. The biker nipped at his skin, tiny bites deliciously stinging his flesh. Dev gripped his cock like they’d done this a million times before, squeezing and manhandling him until his toes curled.
Cash lifted his hips into the touch and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He began to roll into Dev’s fist. Dev’s thumb swept over the slit in his tip, spreading the moisture escaping his aching cock.
“If I suck you, are you gonna come?” Dev slid his other hand between Cash’s crease, his fingers finding his hole. Fuck, the man knew what he was doing. Dev’s thumb circled and massaged the rim, relaxing him before the pressure of the digit slipped inside. “You’re fuckin’ tight. You don’t do this much, do you?”
Cash coasted on the feels, clamping his eyes shut. The only thing in the world that mattered was Dev’s teasing exploration between his cock and his ass.
Dev never stopped fingering his hole as he crawled up Cash’s body and placed a warm palm flat against his cheek. “Look at me.”