Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 110664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“Finish getting undressed, my sexy friend,” Ethan said and sauntered toward the open door across from the bed. He was guessing it was a private bathroom.
He flicked a switch and sucked in a harsh breath as buttery light cascaded over warm marbled and gold fixtures. The bathroom was almost as big as his old apartment. There was a large garden tub that could easily fit three full-grown men, a double sink vanity with a long mirror, and a shower stall that had enough space and heads to cover the same three men who just climbed out of the tub.
There was muffled thump on the floor and Ethan guessed that Marcus had dropped a shoe. “Are you so touchy-feely with all your friends?”
Ethan laughed as he walked over to the shower. “Would you be jealous if I was?”
“Yes,” Marcus hissed, and that single word wrapped in a possessive tone warmed Ethan like nothing else could. He’d had more than a few sexual partners in his life, but no one he’d call a boyfriend and no one who ever felt possessive. He was just a warm body, a tight hole, a great mouth to fuck.
But with Marcus, he felt like more.
Opening the door, Ethan turned the handle, starting the shower. He stuck his hand in the spray, checking the temperature. Still cold. He started to turn to make sure that Marcus had a clean towel, but he jumped when he found Marcus standing directly behind him. The man had moved so silently and so fucking quickly. How had he not noticed him?
Because he’s a vampire.
Oh, yeah. Ethan’s brain kept conveniently forgetting that little fact.
It was even easier to forget when Marcus was standing just a couple of inches away, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs. He was pale, but it didn’t detract from his beautiful body. Every inch of him was hard. Every. Fucking. Inch.
Ethan’s mouth watered to see his thick cock pushing against his briefs, the tip of the head poking above the elastic band. Oh God, he wanted to drop to his knees right there and suck Marcus down his throat until he came on a desperate shout. His libido certainly didn’t give a shit if Marcus was a vampire. He wanted to taste him so bad.
Marcus placed a finger under his chin and tilted his head so that he was forced to look up at him. “You didn’t answer my question.”
Ethan grinned at him. “No, I’m not this touchy-feely with my friends. With anyone, ever.”
“Then why?”
A low chuckle left Ethan and he let his eyes travel down Marcus’s chest and back to his face. “You mean other than the fact that you’re incredibly hot and I would really like to run my tongue over every inch of your body?”
Marcus closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath as if he was trying to regain control of himself. When he opened his eyes and looked at Ethan again, there was such need and raw hunger in those deep blue depths that a soft whimper escaped Ethan’s parted lips. No one had ever looked at him like that.
“We can’t,” Marcus said roughly.
“Definitely not. There are a lot of really good reasons why we can’t, not that I can think a damn one of them right now,” Ethan muttered.
Marcus huffed a laugh and took a step back. It was like Ethan could suddenly breathe. The bathroom was starting to steam up from the shower, but Ethan was pretty sure all the heat he was feeling was coming from Marcus.
“You get in the shower. I’m going to turn down your bed and peek in on Bel to make sure he doesn’t need anything.”
Before Marcus could argue, Ethan stepped around him and hurried out of the bathroom, leaving the door open only a crack to allow the steam to escape. He walked over to the bed and pulled down the thick comforter and silky-soft flat sheet. His brain tried to conjure up images of them stretched out naked together in that bed, their bodies wrapped around each other so that they couldn’t tell where one started and the other ended, but he banished those thoughts almost as quickly as they appeared.
Once the bed was ready, he turned on his heel and walked to the music room. He didn’t need to step past the threshold to see that Bel hadn’t moved an inch since they left the room. As quietly as possible, he crossed the room. He checked to make sure that the blinds and curtains were still in place, covering the windows and protecting Bel. He then flipped off the lights on his way out of the room.
In the hall, he paused for a moment. He couldn’t return to Marcus’s bedroom, but he didn’t want to leave without saying good-bye. Turning away from the bedroom, he headed to the small half bath near the music room. He slipped inside and shut the door. With a shaking hand, he turned on the cold water and splashed it on his face.